Storms arising
Pitter patter, patter pitter,
sings the rain upon the roof.
In attic room I hear its call,
I hear its dreary water fall.
Rumble grumble, grumble rumble,
crackles, crumbles, in my eardrums.
Fee-fie-fos revoke my sleep,
and ravage what thy labor reaped.
Sizzle sazzle, sazzle sizzle,
bolts light up the deadbeat sky.
Grey clouds linger, solemn, aching -
crying rivers, peace forsaking.
Then still the air, the air so still,
blue skies replace the dark-grey hue.
And bright the day, all worries ceasing,
gone the storm, dark retreating.
And now I know what I should do,
If e'er I'm lost in life's dark hour.
'For through the storm I must abide,
to reach the joy on the other side.'
01.02.2024
Happy New Year!
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