Who tells the clouds to cry?
Are they upset with us?
Who hurts the sky?
Did God make them cry?
The rain is my guidance.
The wetness is a scary promise.
I know the storm is dangerous.
But the rainbow is the answer.
About the Creator
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 days ago in Petlife
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