Angry Clouds Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

I’m touched by how a young child describes
With incredible expression and vibes…
Driving with Matthew strapped in his car seat
He shared a story I would like to repeat

Big dark gray clouds were sweeping by
He began to tell that he was worried and why
The clouds are angry he observantly relayed
They were like the mean ones he saw yesterday.

Still vivid in his mind were images reminding
Of a raging storm with rain that was blinding
The storm was mad; it tried to knocked him down
The lightening electrocuted the sky all around

The thunder was so loud it made him want to cry…
The clouds you see today will pass and say goodbye
Look the street is dry and the sun will peek out soon
Don’t be afraid, let’s have lunch it’s almost noon

1/10/08