Rainy Day
I woke up this morning
To a very dark, gray day
And the aches and pains
That I wished would go away
It's dark and it's cold
And everything is wet
All day I've been wondering
"Is it bedtime yet?"
I know the rain
Helps the flowers grow,
The earth needs the rain to live
This I know
But when I sit up in bed
When I wake
A creak and a moan
Are the noises I make.
Sometimes I cry
When the pain gets real bad
Sometimes I cry "why me?"
Sometimes it makes me mad
I know this is all part
Of God's plan
Who am I to question
The motives of this Man?
I may shed a few tears
As I get through this day
With God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit
With me, I pray
The earths pressure changes
With each passing storm
Some, like me, can feel it
Sometimes it makes me squirm.
Sometimes I swell
And my bones'll break
Sometimes I wonder
"How much more can I take?"
Then the clouds'll open
Before too long
The sun will shine
The birds will sing their song
Time goes on
And back comes the rain
And coming with it
Will be the pain
And I will do
What I usually do
And that is pray for God
To help me through.
-11/13/2018
Copyright © Mary Taylor | Year Posted 2020
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