THE GLOOMY WEATHER

The Gloomy Storm

My little puppy is sitting nearby
Her eyes suddenly gazes at the window beyond
Of the dark storm looming near, of the deafening thunder
What are you afraid of, my dear?

I hear of the raindrops, of the trickle
Trickle, trickle, soft but clear
Have you wonder my dear,
That how those little trickles can calm your innocent fear?

I, at once, call out to her
I stretch my hand and walk to her
Have you wonder my dear,
That if you sit next to me I can calm your throbbing heart?

I smile at her
Smile, smile at her uneasy shivering now
Have you wonder my dear,
That it will be over when the dark clouds leave?

My mom ever tell me, after rain comes a lovely rainbow
Let me tell you, my dear
I cannot imagine what I expect to see each time
But I can tell you - as soon as the gloomy storm ended, the sky is colourful

~~ mjaddict 06.06.99