My soul is in the sky

Thunder, announcing the displeasure of forgotten gods,

creeps closer. The dark green,

under the turmoil of the clouds gray and blue of all hues,

showered by swift, hard rain,

come and gone. The

wind arrives to make

dance with the trees and bushes in their green foliage,

such harsh merriment. The slower,

longer rain begins, those

tears that arrive on their own, unannounced,

not knowing if its for us, or

those who have departed, left us

solitary under the wrath of thunder, wind and rain.

25.06.2017