so often we antagonize
the dark and clouded over skies
with rain ready to pour
but can't they be more?
surely what they carry
isn't a reason to be so wary
or to assume them to be ominous
bringing only unwanted consequence
I bet those raindrops carry stories
yes, they are becoming allegories
but maybe thunderstorm's ferocity
carry the same unwanted feelings as me
their whipping wind
every sin I've sinned
cumulonimbus
utter complexness
and still all we see
is the rain
