WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES

By Ann M Clinton

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Roiling clouds of black, silver and gray
Curtained an already worrisome day
Electric streaks roamed the sky
Claps of thunder sounded nearby
Darkness descended taking the light
Obscuring the sun – day becoming night
Would stars and moon shine once more?
Would morning appear just as before?
Havoc reigned for several hours
Torrents of rain then turned to showers
As morning crept near
Soft blue skies did appear
Welcoming breezes gentle and sweet
Inviting robins the morning to greet
Encouraging flowers to stand straight and tall
A new day beginning for one and all.