The clouds they swirl about my head, their deep
Grey myst’ry slowly seeps into my soul.
The rain pours softly down, a gentle salve
To cool my troubled heart as thunder rolls.

The thunder joins the rain in blesséd song,
As clouds above my head begin to paint
The picture of my life; I stand in awe
To see th’ dark colors God’s own hand has made.

The soothing rain streams down across my face
As I am slowly filled with soft delight.
The beauty of the storm is all I see,
And though still dark, it is no longer night.

I realize now, as I journey home,
No pain I bear is mine to bear alone.