I Doubt That Shadow

Written by John Arthur Spalding on April 2, 2019

I felt a dark cloud full of rain
Hover over the place where I was born.
In the midst of my sunny day
It came, cutting a swath—and then left—
Of pelted soil beneath its storm.

The thunderous cloud has since travelled East,
And seeing how the Sun rules this domain,
I doubt that shadow would dare return
To cut another path, beneath, of pain,
Or ever to darken my soul, like that, again.

~by John Arthur Spalding, © 2019