Pink Painted Sky

Lightening strikes

from a cloudless sky

when the weather seemed just fine

like a cracking whip from a stiff curled lip

from a place you can’t define.

And the rain comes down……

and it’s bittersweet

washes the fear away…

yet for another day

then the sky turns pink

so that’s what I think?

But can we really rely

on that pink painted sky

to bring forth a fair tomorrow?

or  will acid rain

burn me with disdain

leaving me in a sea of sorrow?