Dazephyr

Whenever it rains I become
A dreamer, dreaming of times past.
Times without the usual hum-drum,
Times I wish would forever last.

A place with gentle music rain
And soothing whistles from the breeze.
Where I can dance without disdain
In a world where no one sees.

And elves and fairies prance about,
Holding my hand, as we fly around.
Where no one frowns and no one pouts,
Only laughter and happy sounds.

But soon the music fades away
As the rain begins to slow its beat.
I’m forced to return against my say,
Back to reality, where I don’t fit.

Yet every time it starts to rain
I find myself in dreamland once again.