By Tia Alsleben
The clouds luminescent above, so light and feathered like a dove.
They hang in the sky a perfect masterpiece of dark and light.
Beauty, wonder, fright, and plunder.
Emotions like the clouds often thunder.
Laced with signs of impending tears, they grow darker to fit the worst of our fears.
Worry shades them darker still, a mighty battle of emotion and will.
Sorrow and Anger fall with the rain,
The sky lightens and brightens, eliminating pain.
When all has been dried, darkness subsides, leaving overwhelming color and iridescent wonder.
Though signs of the past linger, no more rain falls through the clouds’ retreating fingers.
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