Waiting
storm clouds march shoulder to shoulder
and stretch for miles without end
I watch the sky and wait for the rain to come
humidity gathers on my skin
droplets do not fall
the darkness hovers
bright skies remain hidden
and I long for light
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So many gray days feel just like this. Great writing
Thank you, Shaun! New York has had some rough weather. We’re about to get slammed with a line of thunderstorms. *sigh*
Not the summer weather we would like.
I appreciate your kind words. Thank you for reading!
“bright skies remain hidden
and I long for light”
Love the storm. Feel the storm.
But here, even the storm waits. So there is nothing but waiting for the Light.
Might be way off…but that resonated.
You ate spot-on, friend. Thank you for reading.
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