Passing Storms

Children playing, picking flowers on this April afternoon up and down the grassy hillside shadows will be fading soon As the sudden storm approaches all of nature darkening the children dashing homeward to their mother's call are hearkening The rain begins its rhythmic dance as to their back door they both race once inside they make their way into their mother's warm embrace Perched beside a picture window fresh hot cocoa for each one they sit and watch the treetops blowing passing storms can sure be fun Breaking clouds give way to sunshine beams of light go flowing by and like a heavenly artist's brush they paint a rainbow 'cross the sky Children sit and watch in wonder Mother Nature's wrath subside as dazzling buds and fragrant blooms beckon them to come outside