Perspective Poem by Ima Ryma

The storms that sweep down from the skies
Are nature's way to cleanse the land.
Sometimes small, sometimes large in size,
It be the will of nature's hand.
For animals and plants that must
Endure whatever storms be sent,
Nature expects for all to trust
It is not meant malevolent.
The only life that seems to mind
When nature's storms do pass their way
Is the ungrateful humankind,
So self absorbed when storms display.

This storm has come and gone and so
Nature sends a thank you rainbow.