Weather Steps Step outside and wait the clouds Hung so low you can scoop them Into your shaking hands that Tremble with fear like thunder. Step slowly beneath the blanket Of grey banked clouds that Threaten to burst, but pause In brooding, mocking disdain. Step into the cold winds That buffet and sting with The promise of winter to come And not once relent. Step in anxious trepidation, Until the deluge breaks And soaks your fears into your skin, But never washes them away. Step forlorn and sullen, Resigned to the ever drizzle That mixes indistinguishable With the tears that flow uninterrupted. _________________________________ The weather toys with my mood, reflecting the sadness and pain I often feel. Seldom are the days of endless blue and sunshine.
