Singing In The Rain - Poem by Walterrean Salley
The sky’s beset and overcast—
Misty, melancholy and gray
There’s a sound of rolling thunder
Precipitation’s on the way.
The rain descends; it bottoms out.
Huge puddles forming on the ground.
And then, in the midst of it all,
There is a fain yet joyful sound.
The voice of a little sparrow
Faithfully calm amidst the rain
So soft and sweet the melody.
And so comforting the refrain.
If a bird can sing midst stormy rain,
Then I can sing despite my pain.
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