Here comes the sun

Can it be true?
Is this real?
Is this the sun that I feel?
Peeping through the grey,
To brighten up the day,
Some-one tell me it is real.
Feels like 40 days and 40 nights,
Since it has been so nice,
I hope it is not a dream,
But I have to wash my car,
And then the rain won't be that far.
Always ready to spoil my schemes.