Gray clouds
Rain falls
A black bird flies
So free and smooth beauty seen by the eyes
Not many recognize
Nature's beauty
Its changes are plenty
Its mystic wonder
Rumbles of thunder
Feel it through and under
Where my feet stand
On saturated land
Hold out my empty hand
To feel the drops of rain
Alone I close my eyes
Face up to the skies
Was light now heavy it pours
Washes the blood from open wounds
And as the rain lightens to a simple mist
I open my clenched fist
Open my crying eyes
Look up into the skies
And see that the black bird still flies
With gray clouds still crowded in the sky
I dry each eye
From pain comes beauty
The black bird still flies