Black clouds curb the sunshine,
But the light will not drown,
Still there despite fading.
I’ll pouring rain while emotions,
Digging word black,
Integrated rhythm, beautiful chant.
I groaned still waiting for the rain,
I still expect dense overcast,
Conscience struggled to open a skylight window.
I know white and black,
I understand the dark and light,
But the rhythm of my poem’s gray.