Requiem For The Sky
Acrylic clouds form
One after another on
My bedroom ceiling
My paintbrush plummets
I watch as grayish white paint
Stains the hardwood floor
I weep, wondering
When I will feel the rain on
My shoulders again
Faltering Heartbeat
The rhythm of the rain
Splattering on the tired roof
Is so unsteady
The roof above me
Trembles the way my hands do
Nothing is stable
Thunder crashes as
My chest tightens. The rain and
I shake together
Revel In The Rain
The clouds embellish
The sky, multiplying its
Untarnished beauty.
Glistening clouds are
The silver lining to blue
Skies and bright sunlight.
I am grateful for
Imperfect weather, and for
Happy discomfort.
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