Wild Sky

After a few weeks of glorious sun in England, a sudden rainstorm hit. Watching raindrops from the campus bus, I thought of this poem. Hope you enjoy it.

Wild Sky
secrets told in
pearls
knock on glass

you hide us
behind
the window
say rain is
loud and grey

I break the glass
and fly into
blue, silver, black
Wild Sky

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