Storms; Clouds; Rain - My love Of

Silent Giants

The clouds hung low that day

weighted by humidity.

They filled the sky in various shades

of whites, blues and greys-

all as opaque as could be-

though wispy tendrils could be seen

trying to escape the heavy masses.

All seemed calm

yet a feeling of foreboding

emanated from these silent giants.

That Rain

That rain,

Which seeps through your clothes

and moistens your skin.

That rain,

which brings a chill to your bones

and creates waterfalls from your fingertips,

the one which makes your nose drip and soaks your lips

That rain.

The Sunny Side

The brightness and the lights

shun my soul,

disabling me

from feeling like myself

The sunshine, it mocks me

spreading across every surface

until shadows can no longer exist...

but without my shadows I am not whole.

New Rain

It has been raining for days.

Has Mother Nature finally heeded my call?

or is it that perhaps, like the rest of us,

she too has something to cry about?