Rain Sonnet


What once did paint the sky’s endless pallet

Now hides its glowing beauty with a mask,

Silver clouds loom ahead all full and wet

Shadowing light no more to which they basked.

To much despair, those loving warmth retreat

As bitter cold flows free along the wind

And rain clings on like an embracing sheet,

Two elements bound of a single mind.

Now eerie night crawls forth to their disdain,

As hermits climb into their comfy nests,

But I alone sit in the pounding rain,

And gaze upon what nature offers best;

For what I know is that when night does wane,

The sun will shine its brilliant rays again.

– Michaela (whimsycaly)