The sun shone bright

On a dark, wet day

Though the clouds

Gathered round

It pushed them away

It was bothered not

By beholders of rain

With their flashes of lightning

Aimed to bring pain

The sun shone bright

With its warmth

With its smile

And everything it touched

Was content for a while

Each time it returned

That happiness grew

Because, of course

That sun

Is you

This is dedicated to everyone in lockdown and feeling isolated, including those in winter in the Southern Hemisphere or in a winter in their spirit or soul.

Never underestimate the power of a smile or kind word of encouragement. When you are with people online or in your family, household or community—you can be the sun to someone and warm their day.

My brother Sin's tale is almost at ONE MILLION reads. As he was often the sun to my rain, as I was to others, I thought I should come and say something to you who have supported him so wonderfully. I'm not one for writing poetry too much. It tends to bring out the melancholic in me. I know of one person in particular, Helen, who was caught in a spiritual rainstorm and it made me realise...

Well, once upon a time, a coin helped me bring happiness to so many people I was crushed beneath its weight. Sin, the other face of the same coin had a similar experience, as you'll no doubt know by now.

I hope this visit, and my little poem brought a little sun. Don't tell Sin I dropped by, though. He'll only moan that he missed me.

On your darkest day

When all turns to grime

Look at yourself in the mirror

And make that Sin shine

Erm... Sun. Make the sun shine. Maybe my bro already knows I'm here!