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
