Does the sun know that after the rain
The gray-black shroud over head –
Drifts slowly on its way?
Does the sun know?
Does the sun know that after a rain,
Stage lights appear hiding my shadows and my pain
I shield my eyes, light fills the space in my heart,
Hope and dreams and gentle new starts, Does the sun know?
Does the sun know that after the rain
the voice of a friend streams in
like rays familiar and bold,
asking not telling, listening
Does the sun know?
Does the sun know that after a rain,
I am reminded to sing
Does the sun know?
I am here
Janet E. Hartwick Sterk
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