The clouds brings rain

The clouds do look darkly strange.
Not to worry my dear
Worrying minds do not settle storms
That's all there is to it, they just worry oh dear

The transitional period
Is the most testing time of all calendars
Where thoughts of doubt, fear a' emotion
Lingers, in the communal halls of the courts

Holding on to sentiments as opposing counsel advice
Trepidation of old shows face with dirt in the gallery
The last gasp of wind to breathe, before this is over
Before new paradigms are embraced.

The transitional period
Is the most testing time of all calendars
Stood behind curtains on stage consumed
By t' stampede of the wilder-beast's heart beat

And from here forth, hence forth
Tomorrow would be old and forgotten  
Wrapped around hills and mountains
We climbed up, as memory from yesteryear
 
Sure these are the keys, our earned stripe
To our bragging rights, in the halls of the great
Where adventures of actualization
Gets more exciting and intriguing in fulfilment

Where one is expected to walk with brave
Past the dragon with a whisker of breath
To have lived to tell the story as hero
And valued the story most, above all rewards

Exploration lies just behind the gate keeper
This is the essence of the journey
Buckle up and hold tight, old friend
This storm will only last for a while

The clouds bring rain
Rain brings a good harvest
That means you get fed
Why fear the darkened clouds