Grey skies are
underappreciated
underestimated
The sound of
thunder and
Light
I wish I was a God
a Goddess
throwing lightning bolts
I would fly
High
Winds storming
nigh
Soaring
Through the sky
like a hurricane
Lie
on my back
looking Up
Rain strings
sweeping in my face
All the different moods
the clouds are in
And behind the grey
always
the blue
Always
Kirsten Zeemeermin 