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!