Dark Skies
Gray clouds drifting, sailing together pinned
Tempest winds caressing the awaking skin
Inhaling the brisk fresh air through nose;
lungs expand and swell, like poetic prose.
Distant thunder rumbles, cracks and rolls
Lighting in the illuminated silvery clouds aglow
A light tap, refreshing your spirit with a gleam.
Sun-kissed drops sparkle in the misty steam.
Water running down my delighted upturned face.
Clothes cling and curves of the body it does trace.
Don't fret and complain for the sun my friend.
Rainstorms are a sweet life giver in the end.
Tempest winds caressing the awaking skin
Inhaling the brisk fresh air through nose;
lungs expand and swell, like poetic prose.
Distant thunder rumbles, cracks and rolls
Lighting in the illuminated silvery clouds aglow
A light tap, refreshing your spirit with a gleam.
Sun-kissed drops sparkle in the misty steam.
Water running down my delighted upturned face.
Clothes cling and curves of the body it does trace.
Don't fret and complain for the sun my friend.
Rainstorms are a sweet life giver in the end.
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