The Wind gathers the clouds
And parts them at will.
Like a practised whore
She finds it a thrill
To dangle promises
Of what is to come.
Laughing she hides
In corners of the sky
Out of sight.
Never mind why
But she's on a high.
And knows her business well.
Without her,
Life can go to hell...
She knows.
Lovers of life
Chase her,
Sleeves rolled up
And a gleam in their eye
Everything ready for
The moment when...
It is going to rain.
Author notes
The sky yesterday morning, & today's morning sky & the light rain now falling made me think of this imagery.
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