Umbrella Skies


Umbrella skies are soft and gray,

Blocking away blue days

They catch the rain, but dump it away

The wrong way

I hold the forked lightning handle tight

And want to go home, safe and dry

To where I can sit by the firelight

For while plants can turn green and

Live long lives,

I look up at the sky and sigh…

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Thoughts

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