I call aloud
to the Creator of all.
I lament my night.

Why does it rain
every time my sadness break?
I do not know!

I see the sun
break through the clouds.
A new day is here.

Has my cry
been heard today after all?
I smile in anticipation.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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