Clouds thunder
Making sounds that whack
Fearful people shiver
Their hearts pierced
By a cold, wet spear
Dark black clouds blow
Souls washed away
In a heartless, driving rain.

Find shelter, find strength
Hold out your hand
Feel instead a soft gentle rain
No sounds course thru
Clouds white, fluffy
Surrounded in blue
Only a spatter of rain.

You are alright
You’ll grow
With this soft, nurturing rain
The sun, it’ll shine
Shine once again
After the rain.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017