Clouds of the Hour
The wind stirs as a very soft zephyr
Heavy solid gray clouds amassed
Needing to release some water droplets
But this too in a few days will have passed
A new system will come in_dominate
The area, rule with power
Only right now we know not what
Can only see the clouds of the hour
It is quiet for now, no roosters crowing
No frogs croaking, just one cricket
It is that eerie feeling of quiet
Before storm, last bleat of lamb in thicket
We as humans don't know the future
Our only hope is in the Living God's assurance
I know the count is not right..
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
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