Dark clouds have gathered high above,
bringing in a rainy sky.
Into our homes, we hastily move,
for storm clouds are passing by.
Clouds of worry
and of fear,
Clouds of anxiety
are drawing near.
Clouds of uncertainty
with doubts they fill,
Clouds of apprehension
lingering still.
Under the shelter of our homes we wait
for the return of a clear blue sky.
From heavy dark clouds above our heads,
to sunshine by and by.
Clouds
20200428 2008 hrs
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