Scattered thoughts: Skies

Where I live, the sky shines bright and blue all day long.

Where I live, clouds are mere wisps of white that float like feathers, swift and light.

But now winter is coming, and large, billowing capes of clouds spread across the sky,

but I don't mind.

If you look hard enough, you can see the tears in the fabric of floating rain.

If you climb a mountain, you can see the light shining through the gaps,

like God's fingers stretching from heaven.

I remember when the skies were so big and full,

I would lay in the grass and just gaze at the heavens,

and the sky looked like a giant bowl placed over the earth.

Where I live, the sun beats down with nothing to hide the glare from the cracked and dusty ground.

Cars that should have gleamed stand dry and dusty in the parking lots.

That's why I don't mind when the clouds arrive,

and the giant ball of light that floats in the air  is veiled.

That's why when the rain falls in sheets,

and the thunder is roaring,

and bolts of lightning fall to the ground,

I smile.

Copyright September 4, 2014 by Christina Gatchel This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.