Prediction
Gloomy day, on the way
Rain failing, distance calling
Blue sky to red, as night to dead
Black sky to blue, awake and brand new
Still the rain, today’s the same
Bright flash, thunder crash
More down pour, leaving me sore
Overflow the well, see the ground swell
Will it cease, and bring the peace
On another day, then we shall stay.
Copyright © Tina Thornton | Year Posted 2005
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