The clouds are dark over the horizon
Are they because of the change of season?
Are they omen of things beyond reason?
Or do they offer hope of redemption?
The summer that passed by had been arid
The weather was tremendously humid
The rain was scarce just like money in pockets
No matter how much we pray over our wallets.
Beyond those clouds, is there a ray of hope
We can set our eyes on and help us cope,
With all our trials and difficulties,
With all of our problems and our worries?
(N. B.: Dear Friends, sorry for my whole week of absence. Had internet connection problems.)