Moody Sky (Repost January 2016)

The clouds gripped at the sky
Gray fingers digging into the blue
A pair of hands, wringing
Shook at the open sky
It rained
As the sun blinded me
Frustration charged the air
Caught in the middle
As nature struggled with its own
Split personalities
Laughed to myself
As I tried to get out of the rain
For I realized
I wasn’t the only moody one
That day

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