When it Storms

The cold air touches my face 

And wraps around me 

Like a hug from an old friend

I can smell the coming rain

Its familiar scent comforts me

And when it finally shows its face 

With a

Drip 

Drop

Plop

I dare not leave now

The perfect weather for my sweater

I heat the sky roar

As its electric whip cracks

And the wind caresses me again

The leaves on the trees or dancing

Or maybe shaking with fear

They say the sky is crying

But why?

What does the sky have to be sad about?

With everyone constantly admiring her beauty

Her ever-changing allure

The sky is truly lucky

The stars tickle her face

And the sun and the moon watch over her

As loving parents do

When she can make herself anyone's favorite color

But perhaps

Everyone misconstrued the rain

Maybe the sky only cries

With tears of joy