The rains in March came down;
And she thought that they would never cease.
She prayed with all her might;
For just a little peace.
The clouds remained so dark;
And gloominess all around.
She cried out for it to stop;
But no hope could be found.
She said that I think I could make it;
Though my strength is not sustaining.
If only God would listen;
And make it just stop raining.
But the water just kept rising;
And her tears flowed down in streams.
Sunshine found only while asleep;
And comfort be in her dreams.
She really tried to fight it;
In silence and all alone.
Until the day she shut her eyes;
And angels took her home.
~ Darlene Doll Smith
In loving memory of Tabatha Gayle Anderson
Copyright © Darlene Smith | Year Posted 2016