The Language of Weather

Posted on April 15, 2018 by mabhsavage

I speak in raindrops

Wet and wild

Whipping tears

To join me

But sometimes

Pitter pattering

On tent walls

Soothing

Dream like

Tiny heartbeats.

I wail in wind

Tornado tantrums

Testy twister

Throwing; hurling

Except sometimes

I take a kite

Gently, expertly

Earth

To sky

Hearts rising.

I scream in sunbeams

Scorching deserts

Sandy lands

Desperate; dry

Only sometimes

I dry the wings

Of a dampened

Butterfly

Flap, beat

Chaos reigns again.