The rain trails

down the car

window in

branched paths.

The sky is

devoid of

all color.

A calming

grey remains.

And the trees

are bare and

stripped of all

pigment. The

world is as

close to black

and white as

it ever

comes to be.

I'm not sure if it's raining

Or hailing

But

This storm is raging

Outside

and inside

Hues of gray blanket the city,

everything and everyone seem

worn, exhausted. Faded colors.

Silver turns to charcoal. Rain falls.

High from the roof.

Cold touch of the wind. 

Rain pouring down on little figures and cars.

Umbrellas spinning around like ballerinas.

But still, an insanely delightful peace inside me.

Inside my heart. Inside my mind.

Slowly kissing the rain away, my lips are trembling. 

A grassy sea stretches as far as the eye can see in either direction and just tall enough for a child's curly head to disappear from his troubles. A warm night breeze whispers through it, a lullaby for the chirping crickets. All is silent, save for the wind. As a heavy gust strikes the tips of the grass,it awakes an orchestra. A cloud of fireflies comes to life and begins to dance. Their dancing invites a child to join them and the group grows until a ceiling of fireflies illuminates a ballroom of laughing kids. Summer nights are so much more beautiful when they smile.

Rain feathers drip in whispery kisses

Gently glancing off my skin

Drumbeat increases to pounding beat

Musical show of light and sound

Warm caresses remind me of you

Increased pulsating of my heart

Rain embraces with wet passion

As do you as lightning strikes

Welcoming moisture helps earth grow

Just as you increase my bloom

Pulsating rain increases its thrust

As you and I are consumed in lust.

And as the clouds begin to dissipate

we lie sodden in hushed abandon.

Clear night sky

Not a cloud in sight

Though I searched for the moon

But perhaps he's busy

Making love to the sun

As sometimes they do.

The stars are accompanying me

Through the little spaces between each blind

They feel a little lonely though

Because they too miss the moon.

I don't know where you are or what you're doing right now, but I wish I was there.

Hot weather, cold weather,

It hardly matters.

We'll make our own weather.

We'll trade sunlight for shared skin,

A cool breeze for dancing,

Thunder for the beating in our chests.

We'll blush with joy instead of frost,

Stick with sweat instead of raindrops,

Swelter with gazes instead of cloudless skies,

Storm in words instead of waves.

Blue will be my head on your shoulder,

Gray when we turn our backs

And humid when we combine our breaths.

We'll even make a starry sky with our fingertips.

We'll make our own weather,

Wherever we go,

As long as we're together.

It's too warm here, too sunny, too cheery. 

It's not fitting, if there's a storm inside of me there should be a storm outside.

I'm thinking in thunder, so let me hear it.

I'm talking in lightning, so let me see it. 

I'm moving like rain, so let me feel it. 

Give me the storm I know I've become. 

Dark and rainy

The weather

Is dreary.

The warmth

Of yesterday

Replaced with 

Cool raindrops.

Water rolls off 

My umbrella

And hits the

Back of my 

Legs, as does

The splashings 

From my flip-flops.

Once inside

The rain that

Seemed so drear

Becomes a calming

Reverie and soothing

Sight. Wrapped up

In blankets I smile.