When the clouds are crying, <br />We feel like crying too, <br />For when it rains, the heavy drops, <br />Obscure the distant view. <br /> <br />The darkness crowds around us, <br />The gloom is oh so drear, <br />It seems to stay for an eternity, <br />It gives us little cheer. <br /> <br />We want to push it all away, <br />And give the sun some space, <br />To wallow in the warmth exposed, <br />And see that sunshine's face. <br /> <br />To feel the heat upon our backs, <br />And close our eyes in bliss, <br />Observe the shimmering heat haze, <br />And taste the bright sun's kiss. <br /> <br />So when the clouds are crying, <br />There's nothing we can do, <br />Except to wait and hope, then watch, <br />The sun come smiling through. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-clouds-are-crying/
