Keeper of the Rain

These clouds are flaccid
pitiable things
without the grace to descend
or the wherewithal to leave
bustled as they are
by the whims of a great unknown

It’s the unknown that’s of interest
the sky shepherd
leading them over mountains
for routine shearing
and bringing back wisps
so the dreamers can dream

He moonlights as a cowboy
riding thunder
spurs sparking lighting
unstoppering atmosphere
and letting it drain
facilitating the breaking of the sky

It’s a double life he ain’t proud of
but the hours in a day need filling
and any excuse is a good one
when you’re forgetting a woman
her hair blowing in his breeze
sun kissed earth


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