swirling in the sky
like a dancer of
god, the clouds
are bringing a
new weather for
us to endure

the wind is changing
the plants are opening
the birds are hid amongst
the trees

the day turns dark
the people stand ajar
the elation is lost to
grey

where do the yellows
and blues and reds
and oranges go when
the clouds move in
and threaten their
haughty weapon?

where does this begin?
where does this end?

where does it say the
clouds may change
their shape and become
villains without any
consequence?

but as I look up
at the sky I see
the world is not
changing

the clouds are
swirling still
like a dancer
of god and are
bound, as is
their purpose,
to rain upon
me