Before The Morning Come Poem by Dorsey Baker

Thunder sounds like
the beating of a drum
the wind starts to
weep and moan
and I know
its going to rain
before the morning come
a man walks down
a very foggy street
and nothing can he see
but pain and misery
and I know
its going to rain
before the morning come

a man and a woman
begin to hug and kiss
naked passion
is their shelter
as the clouds roll
in the midnight sky
and I know
its going to rain
before the morning come
I promise that your secrets
will
never be told
I promise
to keep your secrets
and I
will never
tell a soul
and I know
its going to rain
before the morning come