The brooding nimbus in my sky will not depart. A sunny day I long to see, so why oh why- I ask- will it not go away. Why do I look and always see the brooding nimbus in my sky? Compassion? It has none for me. I pray for it to pass me by. I long for rain, but all is dry. Oh, must I wither in my pain? The brooding nimbus in my sky will not release one drop of rain. At times, God sends a ray of light to keep me hopeful, so I try to smile and thank the Lord despite the brooding nimbus in my sky.