Weathering The Stormy Days Of Life : Written in rhyming fashion

I went to bed listening to the rain splashing against my windowpane

I woke up to the sound of thunder clapping, mixed with whipping rain

Together they sound like a harsh piano refrain

The sky looks angry, clouds rolling in unorganized disarray

Bolts of lightening striking

In the distance far away

Signal lost on my TV, lights flickering, then darkness engulfs

I look out my dining room window

To see my colorful finches' pecking at their empty trough

I don my hat and boots and quickly fill their swinging feeder

They arrive swarming like bees

Pecking the seeds, nothing could be more sweeter

The neighbors cat comes running, knowing I'll fill his dish too

The morning could be better, but knowing my critter's are depending on me

Especially when I look up and see the clouds parting and witnessing a touch of blue

So it's February the seventh, on a Tuesday morning in Southern Illinois, where the weather can be so alarming

The rain always ceases, the sun always peeks through. The trees will bud. My flower's will emerge from beneath the winter's soil

I will weather the stormy days of life and emerge energized because life is an adventure, a pleasure and usually very charming