Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Miles Above

See the gray,
Sinking to the bottom of snow white clouds miles above me.

Hear the thunder
Exploding above me, trembling ground beneath me.

Blinding lightning
Scratches images into the sky.

I wished the storm away,
But the drops still fell.

And when they landed in my hand,
I knew I was wrong to wish them away.

The cool rain felt too wonderful to be anything but a blessing.