A Gathering Storm

Gentle current on a clear day
Gray gathers at the outer edges of perception
A shift begins

Drops of water
turn into a torrent
 Lightning streaks the sky
Thunder cracks

Get through
Survive

Edge of the Heavens

When you wake up to a gray and overcast morning
Ready to burst with rain do you feel inconvenienced
at the coming storm or do you ready yourself for the
deluge I'll often sit and find myself writing about the
view outside and the shifting moods of my mind in
those early hours Obscured by the clouds but I know
the sun is hidden behind the wall of rain It has to be
It is There is nothing here but relief at another day
under the edge of the heavens