Rainy Clouds Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Rainy clouds outside
Drifting far and high
Shadows in them ride
Raindrops from them cry
The feelings of tomorrow
Cast their way and spell
Lonely is their sorrow
Some heaven is like hell

Blue and silvery morning
Emptily the day’s calling?
Ways are forever learning
From their sweep and strolling
Premonition will display
The broaden clouds and nearing
This winter dullness day
In its darkish moods steering

Hidden foliar of beauty
For all it comes from within
Free from complex duty
And what might have been
The rain sometimes comforts
When it's dropp sounds play
In their many tone shorts
When pounding ground’s clay