Post by Lunar Knite on Nov 3, 2009 21:41:40 GMT -5
Dry and comfortable, slowly I come to a stop
And look up into the sky foreboding tears.
Dark gray clouds are cast to each horizon.
You could smell it in the air; the rain nears.
Helplessly, I sit inside the safety of my moving shelter
Anticipating the first drops to make their appearance.
And my reward for lingering: the sky’s regret falls upon me,
Drowning me dryly in its grievance.
The miniature waves roll down the windshield
Enticing me with its constant ebb and flow.
The drops make their solemn music on my car
Finally coming to its stormy crescendo.
And as the waves go back to low tide
After the gods have been crying all day,
An urge wells up in me to step out
And let the tears wash me away.
And look up into the sky foreboding tears.
Dark gray clouds are cast to each horizon.
You could smell it in the air; the rain nears.
Helplessly, I sit inside the safety of my moving shelter
Anticipating the first drops to make their appearance.
And my reward for lingering: the sky’s regret falls upon me,
Drowning me dryly in its grievance.
The miniature waves roll down the windshield
Enticing me with its constant ebb and flow.
The drops make their solemn music on my car
Finally coming to its stormy crescendo.
And as the waves go back to low tide
After the gods have been crying all day,
An urge wells up in me to step out
And let the tears wash me away.
