tears from the clearing

to the sky i look, with open arms and an open heart.
the clouds swirling in anticipation, the moist of it lingering on my skin.
i close my eyes, smiling as i await the trickles of tears from the sky.
i've been in this weather before, but i am not afraid.

shivering, wearing nothing but my skin.
listening, as the thunder rumbles it's angry cries.
it yells for me to pay attention, but i stand there motionless.
i've been in this weather before, but i am not afraid.

there it is, the pattering of the raindrops falling on the pavement.
the sky is getting darker and darker now and the howling is getting stronger.
i still stand there, with my arms outstretched, waiting.
i've been in this weather before, but i am not afraid.

the clouds are begging me to move away, find shelter.
but i answer them as i spin around happily, wetting every inch of my skin.
the thunder is warning me to find someone, somewhere to run to.
i've been in this weather before, but i am not afraid.

in all it's dark beauty i want to welcome it.
i want to basque in it's entity and embrace the cold.
nothing else seems so gorgeous, so endearing.
i've been in this weather before, but i am not afraid.

i believe in dark skies, but i believe in the clearing.
i believe in teardrops from the clouds, but i believe in a hand to wipe them away.
i believe in the screaming from the thunder, but i believe in a comfort to calm me down.
i believe in this weather, but i am not afraid.

i, am not afraid. because i believe.

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shoot, i promised for a happy go lucky poem huh? hahaha. i guess my head isn't in that place right now. after rereading this poem though... it's quite empowering. yeah? hahah. there is some hope after all. lol=)

xoxo,
Kristine