Clouds In A Summer Sky Poem by Blake Nox Gama

Hey, Phoebus, why do I still doubt?
When you are so sure and bright
And all trees and living beings go about
Steadily, merrily basking in your light
Without a tremor in their hearts, without a chill running down their spine.
I won't whine for long, this bones have grown strong, this storm
Is not as dark, not as loud, as it was in the old rhyme
But from time to time a shadow covers my sun, gripping the world in a forlorn
Stillness and the birds won't sing, and the colors are washed out, they fade
As the world holds its breath and the ground quakes— it was a trick well played.
The looming shadow is gone, and I sit there in the cold breeze,
I can breathe and bask in your light again, relieved, at ease.
And to me He said nothing but gestured to the colorful stripes shimmering
Across the sky, "would you have these without a little rain? "