Gray

The sky is gray,

churning and fighting against itself,

crying because of its wounds,

pouring its soul onto the earth.

 

The sky is gray,

churning and fighting

with great streaks of light,

thundering and yelling at itself for the flashes.

 

The sky is gray,

mixing with great clouds

crying because it is just waiting until it can be blue again.

 

via Daily Prompt: Gray

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