[Eadha Deora]

Where is the Sun that smiles,
that ever shines so bright?
Where are the blazing fountains
that reflect her glorious light?
Where hid her golden hair,
the pride of all the sky?
'Tis but behind the gloomy
Clouds of Rain up so high.
O Sun of cheerful Laughter,
cast down your rays of Glee,
and shed thy shroud of clouds.
'Tis but our cry and plea.

Very nice imagery.

Well done!

very good

[M. Gegishov]

Oh this is too beautiful! Everything about it is so well depicted, and the message I can empathise with perfectly. Where I live, there was a period of two weeks where there was nothing but rainfall, lightening, and thunder! Oh the wretchedness, especially for one who enjoys the outdoors as much as myself. Either way, this is wonderful. There is, however, one small thing. Where you have "bright" I would change that into "brightly," so it will be grammatically sound. Be well, and good work!

[BookWhale***]

Eadha, this is a very good poem... I saw you picked to capalize some words for a reason, like they were interpated as people, or living.