I hate the clouds
gathering over my head
like a gang
about to rumble
but if every day were blessed by the sun
would there be any rivers left
to water the prairie?
I love to feel the fingers of summer
playing through my hair
as birds sing a lullaby
to my depression
but can I ever truly be clean
if I am never baptized
in the storm?
can anything ever grow
without both
sunshine and rain?
Kelvin Bueckert 