This is the kind of weather dreams are made in.
So I sit and watch the clouds.
The blue sky threatens to escape, but I do not wish it.
The uncertainty of the moment is so much like that of my life.
I cling to that which I know,
fearing the change… and aching for it simultaneously.
The summer storm has kissed the ground but for a moment.. all is well.
A moment more… and the moment has passed.
I am certain of the rain, the clarity which it brings.
It promises new growth and fruit – as well as a reminder –
The air is clearer after the rain.