The clouds permeate the desires
Of all those who pass beneath.
There’s an unspoken unpleasantness
When those clouds overtake the plains.
It’s hard to imagine a bright Kansas sun
When the sky looks like undrinkable river water.
And it is just as poisonous.
But perseverance is in the hearts of the meekest.
And today, with those clouds threatening disaster,
Someone will perform a miracle.
– James Benger