Cumulonimbus

 

The crepe myrtles 

Are heavy with rain

Crying 

Bright blossoms 

For me to walk upon

My hair still taste 

Of salt from the ocean

When just yesterday 

I felt at home and

Weightless 

In her arms

I wrap myself

In my dad’s old shirt

Wearing it like armour

Knowing that soon

I will be fighting

The heaviness 

That is lurking 

Just

Around 

The

Corner.

💫Amber Comber