I am that dark, slowly moving mass that follows you in the sky,
Guaranteed to cover your celebrations as I pass by ...
With me, I carry bucketfuls of pain and tears,
Sure to douse your hopes and flood your mind with fears.
As I pass, the lightning crashes into your happiest of places;
It falls primarily on the unTrue, but illuminates all dark spaces.
This dark cloud, does it have purpose beyond devastation?
Are there really aspects wherein so many place admiration?
Who wants the ominous intruder that makes most shudder?
What friends or lovers find any solace under its cover?
And then, a realization creeps along, just as the dark cloud wanders in ...
The shadows offer comfort on hot days - when the bright Sun is mercilessly shining.
For as wet with sorrow as those tears may be,
They are necessary for all the life that we are privileged to see.
And as scary as the lightning that illuminates our devious deeds,
Without it, we would never know of the greatness that could be.
So, dark clouds, even as the Sun, have their place:
In Truth, rather than Wonder ... that is the mark of their eternal grace.