By Marsha Alleyne
Oh, you must appreciate
the joy of being who you are
When you look up
embrace the night
Blue blankets laced with stars.
Have you ever heard the night sky shout?
Complain when clouds roll in?
They simply hang there,
smile and wait
For when again it is their turn.
Oh, you my dear must do the same
No, you have not lost your way.
Clouds are simply here to predicate,
Close your eyes and taste the rain.