My Summer Cold

As the tears trickle down my colorless face
And the snot from my nose removes my taste
My temperature rises like the steam from a pot
Just because of this cold I got

And now I look through the windowpane
And I see the other children run in the rain
Their smiles and enjoyment
Only gives me more pain and torment

As I wish I could be in their place
Outside in the rain with a color to my face
But wait, a knock on the door, who could that be?
I stare in shock as kids come pouring to me

And behind comes the minds of this evil work
My parents, Mr. And Mrs. Dunkirk
And as happiness comes to me from my friends
I have now been made better again