Angry Clouds
The sky is like a funeral pyre
In clouds above the night's on fire
My ears perceive the thunder's call
While angry raindrops fiercely fall
There's hailstones mixed within the rain
That's pelting now my window pane
And while the storm does slowly creep
It makes it hard for me to sleep
But thankfully the coming morn
At last a new day now is born
I cast my eyes up to the light
With not an angry cloud in sight
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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