Praise The Rain Poem by Jerine James

I see the murky underpass of life
No tallow candle to flag the way
No rainbows in the sky
No spark of hope!

Grey skies overhead
Heavy and rolling clouds roughly to pour
Thunder and lightning reverberated from within
Road of life forlorn all day
Where should I go and hide my pane?
How should I end my bane?
Life seem meaningless
Oh! What a mess?

Be tranquil dejected heart! and cease pouring
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining
Clouds have big news:
It's time for things to grow
Their whispers fill the sky
They drizzle to yield spring to life

Blue sky I see again
Supernatural and leading waters fall from heaven's above
Drop after drop
‘Tis is a sweet noise to hear'

Jerine James Thomas
17th September 2020