Sonnet: The Haloed-Moon

God shows a moon with aureole sheen, Full-round haloed with greenish-pinkish light, A phenomenon I have rarely seen! The unseen sun still makes the moon look bright. A pitch-black cloud just stands above the moon; The latter sails behind it to vanish; The eclipsed moon is back in full view soon; My heart is filled with joy that can’t perish. The cloud looks like black month of September, The end of which will bring new hope again; This glorious vision, I will remember, For like promotion delayed, so is rain! God speaks to me so strangely from the sky; I pray He must do so until I die.