In The Valley

Something below clouds and air

In The Valley

Dark clouds burst forth with thunder

Rain came down on what time forgot

Filled in all the spaces where air dwelt

Empty at first, before filling in the blanks

There is no place to hide in the valley

Storms hit the spot every time

Green grass seems like an illusion 

That left on the breath of a new born baby

Moved to somewhere safe up above

There for a moment you can hear it

Along with a river forming below

Rising on a flash flood crashing

Covering trees in a memory deluge

Flowing on the banks of reason

Into tomorrows lost accounts of Spring

When the rain comes it comes down hard

Sometimes with thunder if it remembers

Author's Note

What leaves on the breath of a new born baby?