I come down,

but never go up.

  What am I?

  When I come,

it's normally a dreary day.

  What am I?

  When I go away,

it normally brings sunshine and happiness.

  What am I?

  I could be a number of things,

for all the different emotions that I seem to bring.

  What am I?

  I could be the rain,

falling faithfully from the sky,

   What am I?

  I could be the tears,

dropping from a young girl's eyes.