When The Heavy Clouds Of Black Come

when those dark heavy clouds
finally come on my roof
i will not think anymore
of any lamentation
i will not think of the threats
that a heavy flood may
come and take away my house
and everything

i will change my point of view
this angle of sight

i will take sides with the way the
trees and the flowers look
at its coming

i will think about the growth of leaves
the spreading of the roots
the blooming of the buds
the fruiting of the flowers
and the ripening
and the lusciousness and
the sweetness of life

beyond the dark, heavy clouds
beyond the rain and the flood

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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