This is the rain
that falls from blue skies
down
pure until it hits the ground.

It circles for miles
deep underground
until clouds call it home
or seas envelop it.

I hide from the sounds.

I'm not sure if it's the sun crying
or me.

A whirlwind of light
and blue-sky-rains
tears at my clothes
my hair
my eyes.

I'm not sure if it's the sun crying
or me.

But I'm laughing.

I know tomorrow will see frozen dreams
will bring cutting winds
will end a too early spring.

I will take it as it is
and hope
one day
the clouds will call me home
too.