The Rain Falls
No hint of the sun today
as the mountains are covered in fog.
The rain falls ever slowly,
the drops dancing upon the bog.
The trees stand tall and silent
as they witness this overcast day.
Cold and wet is all that I see
without the warmth of the sun's golden rays.
Headlights ride by in the distance
seen through trees standing bare of their leaves,
slowly the traffic moves on
amidst the tapestry of the season God weaves.
For all things come in their season
and all things go in the same.
Even as I see a day such as this,
I continue to praise God's Name.
Douglas L. Ace
Copyright © Douglas Ace | Year Posted 2009
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