CHANCE OF RAIN – a sonnet
Just grin at me, and I’ll bask, sunning,
Slow tanning in your smile’s embrace.
Soft whistle me, and I’ll come, running,
Eager, wanting you to trace
My skin with fingers warm from morning,
My mind with tales of us again.
We’ll roll in May’s advance, adoring
With banished thunder, canceled rain.
But storm on me, and I will burrow;
Drench me cold and I will chill.
Shrivel me with glare and furrowed
Brow and I will wrinkle, ill.
So choose, my sweet, the atmosphere
Of anger’s squall or love’s skies, clear.
Cheryl Bostrom, Chance of Rain
“Anxiety weighs down the heart, but a kind word cheers it up.” Proverbs 12:25
“Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.” Proverbs 16:24
“. . .clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.” Colossians 3:12
“Refrain from anger and turn from wrath; do not fret—it only leads to evil.” Psalm 37:8
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