The Cloud People
The cloud people, they are coming.
They always come.
Some times it’s the pale ones, the ones that glare.
Other times the dark ones, the ones that storm.
Almost, I think I prefer them both to the plain ones.
So drab they don’t attack, because you realise that they think they have already won.
I’m still learning how to read the signs:
Cloud people approaching!
The signs themselves can hide behind clouds.
Who saw that coming?
Someone told me they are made from tears.
But I am certain they are made from long sighs.
Some people don’t like the ones that show you a glimpse of blue sky.
The showers show the things you can’t reach.
But I still like to see the sky, so I always go out.
Whenever the weather report says chance of showers.