Skies once clear and bright will soon darken,
Grays to shoulder away so easily the puffy whites.
The time is near;
The broad brush of gloom begins its sweep.
Winds begin to blow, to stir, to rustle.
Trees, tall and sturdy, bend; pressured by the force.
Leaves hold on tight,
Turning toward the heavens in prayer.
Evil peers resolutely from above.
Heavy drops begin to shower down, to splatter;
A hint of deluge,
Nature’s wrath about to wring itself out.
Rains finally taper, to nourish the world.
At dusk, when evil customarily presides anew,
An eerie light appears,
From unseen source, to cast itself across the land.
Rainbow colors arch across the valley,
Delicate colors flowing up toward the heavens,
To elevate, once more,
The eternal spirit; to reinforce the gift of life.
---Dace R. MacDaniels
