Issue 4, January 2008

Angry, silver-black clouds rolling above,
Sending those about me running for a cove.
Threatening a barrage of rain, hail or worse,
Warning all, to put outdoor plans in reverse.

But these silver-black clouds,
Do not scare me one bit with their bluff,
There’ll be no rain,
Hail, or violent wind, perhaps a few puffs.

My lack of fear gives the ability to see,
That these dark clouds possess an ominous beauty.
So everyone around me covers their heads,
And scatter to hide,

I sit and watch the silver-black cloud boys,
On their universal ride.
And in case you missed the value of this rhyme,
I will explain its meaning just one more time.

Things in this life are often
Different than what they seem.
If you can beat your fear,
You’ll be surprised by what can be seen.