Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add color to my sunset sky.
Rabindranath Tagore, 19th Century Poet and Author
I wish you sunny days of peace
I wish you bright mornings of promise
I wish you evening skies of rest
I wish you all of this and more
and I know, that even with these good wishes
Clouds might just come your way
You can start out with a sunny day
and before you know it,
a thoughtless word,
an unkind act,
or just the overwhelming pace of life
the sun is gone
You felt it coming....
and your sun slipped behind the clouds
I suppose you can just let the rain fall
and slog along trying to avoid it all
That's what most people do
and that's OK..
for most people....
You have bigger plans for what the clouds may bring
It is your sky
own the clouds!
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