Sometimes, I feel like a gray cloud

On the verge of such a terrible storm that will hurt and whisk away everyone, I care about.

So violent, ill-tempered, and really scared.

I roar thunderously.  strike you with lightning, scarring and burning you

And I am sorry.

Those that pass through me are drenched with the same worries as I

And it's not as if you can hold me

Because I am not entirely there

You see me and perceive me

But to feel me, I wouldn't ask that of anyone

Even so,

Storms pass as storms do

I've no right to be optimistic about most things

But I am, nonetheless.





I am a grey cloud now,

But let me storm

Let me rain





And if you can dance in my rain,






then one day


You might end up seeing my rain come into the roots of your favorite flowers,
or trees




And then,
when it is time for you to take to the sky and storm on me








I will gladly dance with you
And become drenched

Because clothes dry


And

Because sometimes

The grass is greener not when and where you water it,








It is when and where you decide to start dancing in the rain itself