The Tunnel

I've lived in a place
Where it storms all the time,
I moved in, fully aware

That the skies would be dark,
And the thunder would clap,
And I always knew to prepare

A raincoat and boots,
An umbrella and clothes
To change into if the rain was too much,

The expectation of sun,
Or a day to just play
Didn't cross my mind even once.

As dark and as sad
As a place like that sounds,
I've found it much harder to be

In a place where there sun
Is expected to come
But always just out of reach.