Please tell me what you do
Oh endless sky of blue
When gloomy clouds roll through
Marring your perfect hue

Do you force the rain
Tears shed in bitter shame
From clouds which are your bane
Till they begin to wane

While crying do you shout
And at the clouds lash out
You strike them in a bout
Forming lightning’s route

Or do you let them stay
To block out the sun’s rays
Covering you in gray
And darkening the day

Those clouds are coming soon
Sky, tell me what to do

September 2009