The Rain of Venus -Grace Blackgaard

I remember, though vaugley
The bright golden- yellow, blinded me.
Such brightness,
Such heat,
Such beauty.
Seven years of rain,
Seven years of cold,
Seven years of waiting.
Seven years until it comes again.
They fforgot me,
The darkness  of the closet consumed me,
While they were playing in the sunlight.
Seven more years of waiting and wondering,
"When will it be?

Seven years until the sun shines on Venus