By Mary Bok | Apr 07, 2010
Photo by: Lynda Clancy Mary Bok

In the mid-night, dark and dreary,
Came the rain storm, mad and teary,
Came the rain storm, wet and lonely,
Leaving me awake and only ...

Water pounding on the glass --
Looking for a way to pass
Into my room --
Amid the muddle,
Seeking to become a puddle.

Now I know, but cannot see,
That sun is breaking through to me,
As dawn fills us with hope and wonder,
Leaving behind the rain and thunder.

Breathe deeply, so there'll be no shame,
When spring appears and calls our name.

I'll smile and open arms out wide --
Rejoice, and feel the warmth inside,
Sing praises that will here abide,
And leave us loving, just the same.

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