When the clouds clear

And still in rained. And still it blew.
And more it soaked through and through
Our clothes, our walls, our roof, our mind
Ever able more to find
Leaks and holes and places to
Make even more damp . . . and blue
And black with mould . . . or frustrated red
Maybe we should just stay in bed!

Lightening strikes again and again
Whilst thunder rolls and roars in pain
Or so it seems . . . to our little mind
As we struggle hard to find
Peace amongst the tempest fray
Dry throughout the watery day

As still it rains, as still it blows
Six days now where nothing shows
Of sun from behind the cloud
Of black and gray, growling loud
Ever looming, threatening still
More and more it's load to drop
Looking like it will never stop

But stop it must . . . One day soon
Just as sure as we see the moon
WHEN the clouds clear
When the clouds clear.