The Rain Cloud

For a brief moment
It holds the rain in its arms

Nimbus
like a mother
cradles the rain
across the skies

Then lets it be

For a brief moment
It relishes the feel of the rain
in its arms
Before the rain must set out
to its journey.

Nimbus
like a lover
locks the rain
in a tight embrace

Then sets it free

For a brief moment
It savors having the rain
in its arms
Before the rain goes home
to the sea.

Nimbus
In misery
weeps
as the rain falls

But it is still glad

That even for a brief moment
It held the rain in its arms.

By Boots Tirol c2006