🌾 Today’s Poem ~ Is It Raining Little Flower?

Is It Raining Little Flower

Anonymous

 Is it raining, little flower?
    Be glad of rain.
  Too much sun would wither thee,
    ‘Twill shine again.
  The sky is very black, ’tis true,
    But just behind it shines
      The blue.

  Art thou weary, tender heart?
    Be glad of pain;
  In sorrow the sweetest things will grow
    As flowers in the rain.
  God watches and thou wilt have sun
    When clouds their perfect work
      Have done.