Among the clouds an angel flies
in swift retreat from stormy skies.
The heaven’s sun-gold glow of light
spreads its path; to our delight
this promises that, after rain,
its beams will bless the land again.
So it has been since time began,
this pact between both god and man
and natural law’s perfected plan.
With thanks to the prompt this week from Tess at MagpieTales. I took a tiny snippet from the photo, then kept this down to a mere 55 words, in memory of G-Man.
