Facing the storms
The clouds are rumbling, the sky is grey,
I close my eyes, look up and pray,
It stares down at the dry parched earth,
We complain, “ Of water there is great dearth”,
Everything is dark, gloomy all around,
You close your eyes, cower at the sound,
Creatures trying to scamper home in vain,
To seek respite from the relentless rain.
Life is not a bed of roses,
Of barbed wire and thorns there are mazes,
Troubles to be found ate every turn,
To make heads reel and stomachs churn,
Difficulties and troubles to be faced,
Not to turn backs on and be raced,
Search for shelter all around,
But complete respite will never be found.
The skies open up, the rain falls down,
I step outside, my fear is gone,
The sky lights up with brilliant flashes,
Beauties of wonder that only a glimpse catches,
The sun comes out, the sky looks fresh,
A rainbow appears, painted by a brush,
The world is so beautiful once again,
It feels so wonderful to face the rain.
Life is a competition, bravely participate,
It’s such a short game you can’t afford to wait,
Difficulties will come, difficulties will go,
Face them bravely and you can run the show,
Obstacles look big, tough to be passed,
Overcome; the feeling is unsurpassed,
Life will be easy, just face it on,
Your difficulties will all be gone.
So you have to understand,
In times of trouble, keep a firm hand,
Do not turn your backs and run,
Life will not seem any fun,
Take all fear away from your head,
Face difficulties without a tear being shed,
Brave the odds, hold no grudge,
And from the greatest of storms, will you emerge.
