pouring rain


I wonder if clouds ever feel sad
we search endlessly for answers
finding vague shapes in droplets of precipitation
picking apart their very being
critiquing every twist and turn
yearning for it to mean something more than the weather

every so often they get angry at us
tired of being judged by the little figures miles below
they cover us
try to smother us with their rath
sometimes they succeed
parts of our world get destroyed because of them

but every so often they don’t succeed
someone dances in their downpour
someone feels the most alive while getting drenched to the bone
the tangible reminder that we are human
all of the people stop when it rains
they look to the sky
even if it is for a split moment in time
the little figures think of something beyond themselves
maybe the rain isn’t too bad

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