I look at the December winter sky.
A cloud climbs down from up high.
It blocks the Sun, darkens the day.
I hope this cloud soon goes away.

Why stop here, uninvited you are.
Please roll away into the distance far.
I know of course that it will move on.
Maybe go back to were it came from.

All clouds fade in time, this one will.
God didn't design them to stand still.
He eases clouds away, blow by blow.
It's like how he deals with pain and woe.

(Thank you very much for the recent messages of support following my recent  poems, that means a lot to me during these difficult times x)