Condensation, accumulation of water,
To form a cloud.
Light, airy,  thin wisps between your fingers.
And yet they are far away, almost a mere memory in the sky.
Shapes and colors like a child's imagination,
The foundation of life.

Who tells what clouds get to be?
They don't see that they form themselves,
Like us, with shelves of memories,
That molded them like my memories,
Those memories are not the fluffy white clouds that you like to see.
No, instead they are the overcondensation
Water droplets threatening to spill
With its brother lightning
And cousin thunder
The frustrating friction of life.

The sky and the sea help each other
Creating rainclouds, with rain and thunder
When even the worlds help each other
Look, which love isn't meant to be together

It was never my fear that, upon first seeing me,
She would deem me inadequate and reject me entirely right there and then.
It was the coming thunder,
When formalities are finished and our feelings are confirmed,
Where she thinks herself content with my company,
That shook me to my foundation with anxiety.
I cannot help but think,
That even in contentment,
A seed of doubt may find fertile soil in her heart,
And sprout a sudden longing,
A quiet panging,
Which reverberates through the days that grow longer and longer in length,
With each echo leaving a more and more profound impression.
And when this panging starts to get louder,
Until it is akin to church bells in her heart,
It will rouse her from her sleep-like state of contentment,
And have her find that something feels a bit off.
At first, she will not be able to put her finger on it,
But slowly she figures it out;
My images of her set in marble turn into plastic,
Lines of poetry begin to smudge as if written in cheap ink,
Letters begin to fox with its yellowing paper feeling dated to the touch.
And she suddenly realizes in the midst of others,
That this is not enough for happiness.
And then, by chance,
She misplaces a single glance,
Only to find something new
Something beyond contentment and I.
The skies begin to darken and grey storm clouds roll in,
And the thunder strikes,

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This, I fear above all else.

Head was in the clouds then I thought of you, thinking back to a time where I could call you mine. I thought of the day it all burnt down.

Hindering rain, as I walk away from you I turn, looking back I can’t see your tears.

Laughing, I see the flash of lighting and hear the crack of thunder. I begin to think of you, wondering if you are in the clouds again and I remember.

Hindering rain, as I stand still soaked from my tears you walk away and disappear.

I fell for you like rain,
fell hard and fast.
It was constant
like raindrops hitting a roof;
I fell again and again.
I couldn't stop,
but the flowers would never
fall up to the clouds,
so I was left like rain,
stuck in a beautiful
but one-sided love.
I fell for you like thunder,
loud and hard to miss.
It startled even me,
but clouds would never react
to the noise,
so I was left like thunder,
shaking and bruised,
ignored or tuned out with music
by those scared of the noise.
You fell for her like lightning,
it was bright and quick.
Over barely after it started,
but for a moment I saw
the way your laughter in love
was so dazzling.
It was almost blinding,
but not quite,
instead it lit up my life
for a split second
before leaving me in an
even darker night.