THE SAD LITTLE CLOUD
A sad little cloud,
Dark and grey against the sky,
Was raining down tears,
All the cloud could do was cry.
But the sun was shining,
On that cloud so grey,
And with its warm light,
Chased the grey away.
The sun told the cloud,
Those are raindrops, not tears,
And rain is necessary for life,
It’s been that way for years.
So don’t be sad said the sun,
You have a beauty that you hide.
As I shine through your raindrops.
I release the rainbows inside.
As the sun was speaking,
A bright rainbow formed.
The rain stopped raining,
And the earth was warmed.
Smiling, and no longer sad,
Happy to be a rain cloud,
No more tears to cry,
The little cloud was rainbow proud.
Michael D. Schafer
© February 5, 2014
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I like the stories in poetry and this ending was perfect!
Rainbows are so beautiful and have their own story to share when you see them.
A promised ending with special meaning, enjoyed this poem!
Teresa
As a retired teacher, allow me to say with complete sincerity that this is as good as anything I ever saw in children’s literature. If you had been a student in my children’s literature class in college, the professor would have had you writing for her nonstop. She used to read children’s stories on the radio, and she worked our fingers to the bone. I had to read twenty books for her class, and they weren’t all picture books. I’d say more than half were on high school level. This was in addition to oral reports, tests, and reading stories from our textbook. But I have digressed. This is simply an outstanding piece of writing. I do hope you (and I’m sure you do) read the poems you create with your grandchildren. In fact, you need to compile them, and have them published.
David
Poetic gem to my grandchildren they would love it
Thank you for sharing peace be with you
William
Love ya!
Jane
Health, Peace and Creativity.
This is an exquisite poetic addition to the children's library.
"The Sad Little Cloud" inspires, and edifies minds, leadind the reader with a maieutical sublime voice.
Viva the Poet!
In reverent appreciation,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
It's 11 o'clock in the morning here in Houston. A pall has come over the morning--dark and dreary, perhaps because it didn't get enough sleep with the time change yesterday. I expect the clouds to weep anytime now.
Ron