When The Dark Clouds Come
When the dark clouds come…
Life takes us on a ride,
so hard to hide,
so many things heading our way,
not always knowing what to say,
But when the dark clouds come,
it takes a lot to wait for the sun.
Through the journey, I have found,
that it was love that got me through,
through all the thorns and brambles,
back out beneath the shining sun.
Not always is the path of love,
without its stepping stones,
so when these dark clouds come to hide the sun,
stubbornly I am out dancing in the rain –
waiting for that darn rainbow to arc across the sky.
When the two of us have had more sunny days than cloudy,
I wonder if happiness really is never ending,
It was when that final dark cloud came,
it seemed to never go away,
nothing was the same,
finally, it suddenly took you away.
I thought that would be the end of the story,
but realized as your love shone from above,
someday a starry path would lead me to where you are.
So when these dark clouds come
and bring on the rain,
it makes my heart so heavy,
until I remember all those shining moments,
that in my mind still sparkle,
when together were we,
then the dark clouds part,
the sun shines down on me,
my heart so light,
and my soul rejoices in dear old happy melodies.
Anytime I feel a dark cloud hanging on,
I bravely march through life,
smiling through my tears,
knowing that at the end of it all,
you’ll reach for me
and together we’ll step –
into a sunny paradise for all eternity.
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Rasma also writes lovely poems on HubPages under the pen name of Gypsy Rose Lee. You can read more of her works at Rasma on HubPages.
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Very inspirational Rasma. Jamie
Thank you, Jamie,
Thank you Rasma. Some wisdom, some sensitivity to the demands of growth and change throughout. Enjoyable and thoughtful. I have difficulty, however, receiving it as a poem. That is NOT a judgment, it is a description of FORM, nothing more. The piece reads like a reminiscence, a personal vignette–a tale worth reading–but probably better-suited, “FORMally”, to standard prose-line, story-telling layout. The rich descriptions thoughout will ‘pop’ more in the reader’s mind as part of the story, which is the primary focus.
Thank you for you input Clark. It was written as an inspired poem, I will keep you thoughts in mind for the future,