Delta Storms Poem by William King Jr.

Oh joyous are the birds
Who sing after the rain
After the darkness and turmoil have passed
But what of their joy
For has the storm
Finally passed at last?

The roll of thunder
The sweet smell of rain
Lightening flashing in the dark
But tomorrow holds
A radiant future
So why an attitude so stark?

The answer lies
In a riddle I heard
In a bygone era past
Yesterday
Is today's tomorrow
So the dark cloud is always cast

A future so vivid
With a past so dark
Living in the present day
But to know that tomorrow
Is yesterday's today
Makes the sky seem always grey

Assumptions, you say
Balderdash, your words
To see darkness in the light
But do rivers not run dry?
Does not all life die?
So day will always turn into night

So I ask again
Oh joyous birds
Who sing after the rain
Would you still sing
If you knew
Tomorrow only brings pain?