Mood

I neither have a smile or a spark of glee

I feel rejected, I feel dejected

My fellow humans are the ones to be objected

But nature lifts my mood

I am no longer doleful 

This smile is euphoric and in its prelude

The patter of rain makes my soul dance

The smell of the wet sand and the sun stealing a glance

I guess I need to stop being querulous

If I keep on mourning, the clouds will be jealous

I need to be emotionally strong and have my heart steadfast

As I have an intimation that this evanescent joy is not going to last