RAIN

© Gloria Smith 2010


The Sky cried; she tried not to

She held herself tightly

And thrashed about all night

She moaned and groaned...

While the trees rustled out a warning

Morning clouds sailed swiftly by

And birds flew away silently to hide

Fearing for the day

For they knew her darker side

In a flash she lashed out

She wept and wailed

And shook her fists at the Heavens

Unleashing her fury on all men

But in the end she gave in

Falling exhausted to the ground

With a terrible crashing sound

Nature sighed with great relief

But sympathized with Sky's dark grief

Shuddering trees shook out their leaves

To wash her tear stained face

While clouds tenderly wrapped her

In a soft, white cotton blanket

Of Queen Ann's lace

And as the birds sweetly sang to her

A soothing lullaby

The Sky let out a ragged breath

And softly cried herself to sleep