*end line is inspired by another poem, written by April Green*
I am the sky.
The heavy raindrops that crash onto the earth riddled with scars.
The weightless clouds that release everything at once in a grand drop.
The electric bolts that shoot from the sky like cannons of war.
The booming thunder that shakes the ground we walk upon, just to let you know it's there too.
The shrieking winds that cry out over the storm, in a desperate attempt to gain a sliver of power.
Then once the rain and destruction has passed, the sky is silent.
Oh, how quickly the sky has pulled herself together!
