By Liz Bulman
Fluffy white clouds float silently by,
Drifting through a brilliant blue sky.
A gentle breeze ruffles my hair,
My thoughts are calm, without a care.
Not long ago my clouds where black,
With icy rain sending shivers down my back.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled,
Fleeing from the storm I'd stumble.
But l'm learning to enjoy the lightning and rain,
It never will scare me quite the same again.
Because of the storm, l have found me,
My fears are fled and set me free.
My storm is passing by,
And it doesn't matter what colour the sky.