For all their roaring, rain, and might,
the strongest storms must bend to light
and soon surrender any sky
they tried to hide or horrify:
so every tempest falls away,
like night, which won't withhold the day.

Daylight © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: September 12, 2021