A Passing Cloud, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Passing CloudA Passing Cloud, Arthur Hughes (c.1908)

A Passing Cloud

The silent summer breeze brought you to me
As if an answer to a private plea
So soft and gentle was our first embrace
Was no resistance as you took my heart
Dreaming my happiness would never part

A gray day came yet I asked that you stay
Why the need you must leave you did convey
Almost anger with your sound of thunder
At once your countless tears came raining down
And as quickly you left without a sound

Every day now I search the big blue sky
But it is I who every night do cry
Again pleading for your rapid return
For my longing life is now so hollow
And my tender heart is filled with sorrow