Rain storms are a stage,

One filled with sadness.

Where you cry yourself out,

From internal madness.

The sun is a stage,

Where you seem to smile the brightest.

You always stand up tall with full confidence,

And don't let things hurt you in the slightest.

Snow is a stage,

A stage that's the most dangerous.

Where the heart's love is frozen under ice,

And it's your every intention to not be nice.

But blue skies are also a stage.

People can see your emotions clearly

With no form of a test.

Because it's the best, sincerely.