A Play For The Elements by Louanne Robinson   Storm clouds are gathered, Darkness incringed,   But the rain sings a message:   The wheat will be gathered The chaff burnt away The storm will not last there comes a new day.   And the wind sings in unison:   Endure little children The trials will soon pay The clouds t'will be parted There comes a new day.   The sun broke through laughing:   Enter into the rest The dog is at bay He's chased o'er the brink There comes a new day   The son smiled and beckoned "Come unto me"     copyright 1977 Back to my Home Page