Summer Storm Poem by C Richard Miles

Grey clouds have hung like threatening theatre curtains in the sky
And thunder shouts its vicious vengeance, loud and long and deep
Till sunshine steals the stage to mop the raindrops that they cry.
Dark skies have gathered round me in the meadow where I lie
And try to catch a moment with the lazy lambs and sheep.
Grey clouds have hung like threatening theatre curtains in the sky
But hope remains that I can keep myself unharmed and dry
By sheltering from the storm under an ash where I can peep
Till sunshine steals the stage to mop the raindrops that they cry.
But lightning’s flash and thunder’s growl has made me fear and fly
So I shall scan in fear to see that on the hillside steep
Grey clouds have hung like threatening theatre curtains in the sky.
But I am sure that they will pass and wind will blow them by
So I can rest content and dream as I lay down to sleep:
Grey clouds have hung like threatening theatre curtains in the sky
Till sunshine steals the stage to mop the raindrops that they cry.