Dark gray clouds hang overhead,
Their presence threatens to bring
An end to outdoor plans for the day,
Ominously, they hover and cling.
Everyone plans to seek cover,
If raindrops begin to fall.
Silently some sit, watch and wait,
While others gather to cover all.
The gray clouds slowly drift north,
Away from our area of concern.
White clouds reveal a sunny sky,
Sighs release, and smiles return.
Plans once again move forward,
As there’s no rain in sight.
The picnic proceeds outdoors in the park,
Stopping only as day turns into night.
Leona J. Atkinson