Regressing Weather

For several days my spirits lifted
But today the weather’s shifted

Again the clouds this way have shifted
When sun returns I shall feel gifted

A bunch of clouds they are convening
God doesn’t appear to be intervening
Wind through the courtyard is careening
Kids on the field, to stand, must stay leaning

Many greys in the clouds are churning

Sunlight through gaps, my eyes are burning
For calm warm days, my heart is yearning
That we must have patience, I am relearning
 

Ken Goree