I Can Make It Rain

Three years old

            at the back door

Fingers cling to the screen

Clouds challenging

The evenings brown and gray

            Not a word

            not a word

I tell my mind

            I can make it rain

            and its just the truth

Light shatters

            crinkles

                        pops

Wind stirs up the heat

            I can make the sky crack open

            and fall

Crack of light

            seams ripping unraveling

The rain is light and feathery across my cheeks

            coming through the screen

it betrays the borders

            of inside

                        and outside.

Author's Note

I'm trying to give the idea of a loss of control and stability in this young child's life. Do you have any suggestions as to portray this better?