A click of the clouds from a friend set free imagination about shapes… and this poem.
Skywatching is quite beautiful. The monsoon sky changes colors so quickly. It brings a smile, but also makes me think about life too…
Clouds, but not rain. And definitely a silver lining.
meandering river – the clouds roaring beneath Day #12, NaHaiWriMo February, River. (February 12th, 2013)
~ DROUGHT ~ parched earth – my tears water the cracks ~ CLOUDS ~ storm clouds – the moon etches silver linings Shared with Shiki Kukai (September 2012) (’12, Nov 08)
In the distance, the rumble of thunder; I hear the silent swish of a dark cloud, pregnant with rain – it floats toward me; I hear the first drop leave its dark bubble – it sings through the sky, fall with a plop onto the empty road; I hear the dust rise, petrichor – it … Read more