Grey clouds have hung like threatening theatre curtains in the sky <br />And thunder shouts its vicious vengeance, loud and long and deep <br />Till sunshine steals the stage to mop the raindrops that they cry. <br />Dark skies have gathered round me in the meadow where I lie <br />And try to catch a moment with the lazy lambs and sheep. <br />Grey clouds have hung like threatening theatre curtains in the sky <br />But hope remains that I can keep myself unharmed and dry <br />By sheltering from the storm under an ash where I can peep <br />Till sunshine steals the stage to mop the raindrops that they cry. <br />But lightning’s flash and thunder’s growl has made me fear and fly <br />So I shall scan in fear to see that on the hillside steep <br />Grey clouds have hung like threatening theatre curtains in the sky. <br />But I am sure that they will pass and wind will blow them by <br />So I can rest content and dream as I lay down to sleep: <br />Grey clouds have hung like threatening theatre curtains in the sky <br />Till sunshine steals the stage to mop the raindrops that they cry.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-storm-10/
