The sky cries when it needs to.
Wonder how long they’ve been falling.
Making their way way back up there,
just to fall again
when it all gets too heavy.
Storms stumble out to self reflection.
The distance finds its way to the dancing.
Thunder,
a little wonder, throwing beads down at the ground.
Wind wanders in to warm welcomes,
the feeling of never really leaving.
Knowing,
a little growing before the breeze rolls back around.
The wind blows when it’s ready.
Wonder how long ‘til we feel it.
Reeling it in, let it all go.
It comes back again
after it runs for a while.
Wind, don’t think about the weather.
Storm, come stumblin’ in.
this is your life chuck johnson 