Through the Rain

        

 Descending upon us come the storms of life
 While our pain feels like the stab of a knife;
 And the clouds gather with a sound of thunder
 To inspire our fear and pull us under.
 And though we run far and wide,
 The darkness comes over us like a crashing tide.
 At last our hope is lost and out we cry,
 But to us a friendly voice draws nigh.
 It helps us out of the dark and into the day,
 Back onto our lighted way.
 But there is nothing for the Voice to gain,
 Except to pull us through the rain.

Reviews

[Kim]

Now i loved this one, This is really wonderful,
I liked your flow and rhyme scheme.