Storms

A storm hovered 'gainst the sky;

Its scowling mass

Refused to let a stream of light

Or sunbeam pass.

The winds began to howl, the birds

Made hurried flight;

The clouds in boiling turmoil spoke

Of shades of night.

The thunder rolled, the lightning flashed,

Then suddenly

The storm was over and the sun

Shone graciously.

I could not help but think how life

Is the same way;

Through every storm, however fierce,

A golden ray 

Of sunshine soon comes peeking through,

The storm's soon passed;

Take heart, my soul, the storms of life

Won't always last!

~ Georgia B. Adams