OctPoWriMo 20: A Sun's Promise

For each day that beginswith sun and blue sky,I remember days of rain.Only bright colors could vanquishthat unrelenting gray.Here, close to mountains,once a volcanic belly, a city spreads out under the sun.Even when it rains, the sun appears at least once a day,keeping a promise,even when the snow falls too early,even when it rains,even if I feel gray.Lincoln Park, August 2020