Calamitous clouds break
beneath weight of water.
Pewter hues of grief
enshroud meek June skies.
Swathes of rain
imbue unready heads.
Precipitation raps vain threats
of devastation on the roof,
yet clears my vision, rinsing smudged specks
from windows that protect.

Soon, the sun will shine,
brightening the light
which plays in this heart of mine;
reflecting my reborn rays.

©Jane Paterson Basil