out of the storm

Let us hope the rain will stop
And will spare us on this rock,
Rarely looked so dull and grey
That poor sun is on decay,
Wish I had it in a locket
So to put it in my pocket,
Or an even more solution
Such a better revolution,
Is to look at your sweet face
Which is so full of grace,
Make my day just let it shine
Being radiant is no crime,
Warm the air and warm my heart
Even though we are apart.