Words...words! I cannot find them
Especially to express the joy, momentarily found
A storm gathers, bringing mayhem only
To later pass and let the sun shine
Healing the maladies, with dumpness wrought
Eternal though they seemed
Remedy is but foreseen, only wished
Over and over! Th cycle perpetuates
Fulfilling polarity promises, with dark later light
Minding what they have, farmers need the switch
In dry days hay they make, plant in wet ones
Never once, condemning an day or season
Ending of which another begins