They say it is going To rain, tomorrow, again. They say beware the wet, Beware the rain. But now it is clear, Cute fluffy clouds slowly, Lazily, waft east Away from the bay. My cuties will gather At the foothills, Pile up, grow dark Tremble, and release But now it is clear, Bright blue backdrop The cloud cuties floating West to east, languid. While I watch, The winds gather, pick up, Early signs of another Downpour. Ah, I wish the winter Were truly passed. Spring truly Arrived. And we’d greet the Coming downpour with Open hearts, eager minds, Mouths open in praise. But that needs be Another tomorrow.. Today’s tomorrow is Too much the tempest. Closed hearts, closed minds Fists and scowls, Angry chant, martial drums. May the true rain come, Please Lord, To clear up the world. Speedily, and in our day.
“Cloud cuties” —love it!
Sincerely,
Anne Wilder