Clouds conspire,
Changing shape the way they Change their plan.
The ephemeral
Inconsistency
Of life.
The sky ahead,
Pregnant with poignancy,
Aching to release its holy waters and baptize the horizon
With the fertilizer of birth.
Each drop,
A gulp
Of life.
Fierce,
Fecund
Dissolving the illusion of death.
The necessity of
Letting go
Into the atmosphere
For
Life
To
Bloom.