Cloud

White and mindless,
Wondering wherever the wind takes it
Thundering, does it want to stay?
When sorrow hits, rain falls.

Gray and mindless
About to break, thunder strikes.
When its cold and alone,
It snows.

Always moving, it can’t get attached,
Its despair is unmatched.
Swaying away from home,
It can just roam.

No one knows its thoughts,
 It can’t speak its mind.
 But if you look closely, It’s crying, 
one drop at a time.

Blue clear skies,
It’s guilt is building,
not wanting to trouble all,
It stores within.

Like a balloon about to burst,
Storm strikes, troubling all.
Grey skies engulf,
Wind whips, a tempest unleashed.

Deafening Roars,
Thunder taking its place.
Trees trying to brace,
Tragedy hits.

Tired, the wind calms, 
Empty and still, 
The wind gets its peace,
 At last it can rest.

The birds in the sky, 
Soar with ease, 
No more gusts of wind, 
To cause them to flee.