The Rains of Summer
As I look up to yonder Sky,
Dark Clouds casting beyond the blue Sky.
Winds begin their eary cry,
Blowing leaf's from the dancing Trees.
Thunder begins to rumble,
Lightning striking,
Sky's tears begin falling
Winds tossing
Sky crying
Lightning striking,
Thunder rumbles nearer
The Clouds begin to dance
With the darkness of the tears
Unhappy romance
From all those past years.
Angry winds blowing,
Lightning striking
But then............
All comes to a calm,
No more Thunder rumbling,
No more tears from Sky
Lightning striking no where
Rays of hope begin to shine.
Casting down into the River Divine
Flowing Tears of yesterday's sorrow,
Hoping for a better tomorrow.
The sun begins to shine its warm ray
Clouds begin to depart
The grayness of its sorrow fading,
Into the daylight
Dissipating.
Alone I sit on the hillside
Tears no longer cry
From my own darkness to the light
forbidding goodbye.
Storms have past
into my future atlast
2007-07-30
07:24:05
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