The Stormy Day Poem by Boston Kelley

The clouds blanket the sky; a gray gloominess
do they bring with them.
My soul plunges in despair at the sight of them
for the joyous sun is hidden from me.
The cheery, sunny days are not with us; their
warmth and passion I long for.
Tiny droplets pelt my skin; cold, blistering breezes
cut to my bones; I quake at such a freeze.
The puddles may wet my feet and the rain
may dot my face, but it is with me today and
dissolved tomorrow.
Wonderful spring does not grant everlasting sunny
days for the rains must come to nourish the earth.
The cherry blossoms bloom in peak health and
the grass brightens its green hue.
Mornings arrive with fresh dew and the evenings
carry warm-colored banners in the sky.
Alas, this day is not granted such a blessing; a curse
has fallen upon the sky.
Gray does my soul feel; a paradise it clings to.
Let this day pass and the blue sky emerge once again
as the past is left and the future comes.