Morning Light

When I awake from nightlong sleep
Within the bedroom where I lay,
I quickly take a hopeful peep
To see if there’s a sun that day.

But should I see a gloomy sky
With clouds gigantic, grim, and gray,
Unhappily, I sit and sigh---
Another boring, rainy day.

It makes me sore when nature’s mean
And sends the rain to spoil my play.
I watch it through my window screen
And urge the clouds to fly away.

But mornings when the sky is bright
I’m up and dressed without delay.
It’s good again to see the light.
At last, a friendly, sunny day!