"S T O R M C L O U D S"

by s.p. burke

The breeze begins to cool,
and songbirds sing no more.
The sky becomes a darkness 
which I have not seen before 

It swallows all the sunrays.
it consumes everything bright;
as it passes overhead,
it creates shadows out of light.

As tiny raindrops fall
the banks of rivers swell
and sweep away, dreams of heaven
in this tumultuous hell.

But alas, these rains shall quiet
This storm will surely fade.
How is it I see, tranquility
Now rising from the haze?

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