A black cloud shades me
Faithfully wherever I go
Imprinted firmly in my head
As the storm rages
Playing with the howling whirlwind
The silver lining of it all
What beautiful rainbows it creates
High above the roof a double arch
Protecting the house and its people
Spreads itself against its blackness
Bringing a ray of hope
The rain so long awaited
Does not bring relief
Times are black, it will get better
The night might be long and hard
The sun will still shine in the morning.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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