Shelter

The sky was blue and clear
It has been that way before
Deceptive in the calm;
In the sun.
But not this time. The clouds
Have gathered and hold their rage.
Does warning make it easier to
Weather the storm?
Or does the anticipation of the
Rain make it worse?

Wait there is some sun. peaking out.
Maybe that is just your
Smile.
You laugh at my wit
And provide shelter from the rain.
It can pour around us and
We are untouched by its
Rage.

So rain all you want.
You can’t touch me
I have shelter.
At least until the clouds
Clear.

-circa 2003