An ocean, now unleashed, is falling down.
My street: a raging river now tonight
And yet what twists my feeble mind around?
The darkened clouds do not cast out all light.
For as I hear the thunder's wild roar,
I look outside and see an eerie sky,
The sun, not set, still has some light in store,
Though I can't see it with the naked eye.
Please help me understand why this is hard.
For it confounds me every time I see
That God has played this creepy stormy card
When dark clouds meet the late day light o'er me.
And when the storm has past, the painted air
Reflects the yellow of a sun not there.