4 Rainstorm on a Summer Day

The air thick and heavy with coming rain
Faint perfume from the flowering trees;
Across the meadow come the honeybees
They dance and frolic in between the grain.
Nature’s beauty in the picturesque plain,
Secrets whispering in the warm, soft breeze
Make the wildflowers bend at the knees
As the wild birds call out their refrain.
But oh! These pictures were not made to last!
Clouds as dark as night fly in their glory,
Painting the sky in a menacing dance.
Bees, and birds, and flowering trees are past-
Replaced by a dark, imperfect story;
Beauty is here, too, if given the chance.