Dark clouds may be overhead.
And with them some rain may be shed.
The wind blows, and the air becomes chill
And all becomes silence, all is still
A flash of light, Heavens brilliant might
The dance of power, day turns to night.
An angry roar roles across the sky
As the storm takes hold, while passing by.
The raindrops fall, slow at first.
Then the Heavens open with torrential burst.
A few streaks of bright white light
But it’s not too long before it’s lost its might.
And as the thunder echoes in the distance
The bird’s start singing, awaking from the silence.
The clouds drift by revealing skies of blue.
And all is well in the misty hue.
And so in life, we have our troubles
When lightning strikes and anger bubbles.
But we ride the storm, even though there’s pain
For we know that soon the sun replaces the rain.
And in the brightness of a clear blue day,
We look back at the storms that passed our way.
The storms of life are here for a purpose,
To strengthen our love and bring with it tolerance.
You’ll never be sure when a storm might give rise.
So make the most of the sunny bright skies.
© Sue Dreamwalker – 2012 All rights reserved.