Rain Clouds

Rain Clouds

A Poem by Mason

A concept that came to me in a dream last night.

Often I wonder
what rain clouds can teach us.

The gray ones that cry seem sad,
and the black ones that roar seem upset.
The black ones cry too,
and I wonder why.

Is everyone that roars also sad?
Nobody must like to be angry.

The white ones float gently and carefree.
They seem happy to me.

Their forms are sometimes so unique
like the faces of people you see on the streets.

They can be gentle wisps of cotton candy across the sky,
or a rippling ocean of white and grey that blankets the blue above.
They can be fluffy spots that paint the sky like so many freckles,
or even like the angry clouds before they bellow and roar.

I wonder if those happy clouds sometimes pretend
that they're not upset even though they want to cry.
Maybe they haven't found the right time,
or maybe it's just too hard.

The clouds with rainbows seem happiest to me,
as though when they're together and connected
by that ribbon of broken light
they feel a wholeness that can't be felt when they're alone.

I wonder what the clouds can teach us
about ourselves and each other.

© 2014 Mason

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Added on May 5, 2014
Last Updated on May 5, 2014
Tags: rain, cloud, emotion, human, symbolism



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