Gray Mercy

I love the rain:
the way it covers all as it
washes away our … “uncleanliness”

I love thunder:
how it expresses the frustration
of a just and vexed god

But what I love most
are the gray clouds that
forewarn the Earth of the
storm to come, for, to me,
they are a sign of mercy
and compassion

As the thick, gray blanket
covers the heavens I look up
and wonder if the sky had ever
been a different color, and more
importantly, why must the clouds pass?

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