[Askoga]: 89.Poetry.Beautiful Storm

The stormclouds loom
Threaten, some would say
But I prefer, even insist
That they only promise

Their shape, a dreary gray
To me is beauty sheer
Here fluffed up so round
There pressed flat on nothing

And from their lower sides
Pours down the rain
Sheets of it, drenching
Drenching the sky above

And drenching, just as well
The rocky ground below
But the misty rain touches not
My form, so far from it

The sun hangs low, so low
Casting rays, but not its heat
Toward the storm moving west
And colors the sky between

A shining rainbow hangs
Between gray cloud and earth
Like a shimmering gem
Trapped within a field of stone

Stone, that is, of nothing
Naught but wisps of clouds
A perfect setting for that gem
It stands out all the more

So peacefully I walk along
Admiring the storm above
And though it is afar
Nearer does it come

Soon, rain falls upon me
The rainbow vanished
From this point of view
And upward turns my face

Rain so sweet on my lips
So cool upon my face
I dare not make a sound
To break this blessed peace

But as all things must do
This storm ends too soon
Clouds and rain depart
And sun says its farewell

I open my eyes, with regret
And see the stars above
How long I have stood
I never shall guess or know