Stop humiliating me with your humidity. So gray.

Nimbus travelers, where did you get impolite
fake happy faces, cover the sky, dim the light,
drop not a drop, of rain, of rain.  So dry.

Stop trying to hide behind one another,
Where is the blue sky, blue like no other?,
You are a cloud after all, and will evaporate.

Yet in what I see reflected back at me is all my
loss, shapes that show my failures, in each sly,
hidden crevasse, which tempts a fall into the sky.


©DWE082013