And what will the rain bring


Rain clouds roll in like
soldiers marching in front of a grandstand
not pausing or looking left or right they roll
past the house in waves and waves and waves
what do I see?
Gray clouds in the sky
painting blank the sky so blue
and yet
unique in the various shades of gray that
present themselves as if
a story to be told.
But what story?
What is to be told?
Why can my dust filled ears not hear the story of the rain?
Am I blind to the sound that lies before me?
Am I deaf to the sight I cannot see?
And what will the rain bring?

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