Heavy gray blanket envelopes the sky,
and white linen sheets taste the wind,
like strands of earth’s hair
dancing through the air.
Dark clouds don’t scare me. They excite me.
If I dream hard enough,
I can conjure and manipulate them.
I can make it storm if I want to.
I make each storm
like a boy coming of age,
still learning his own strength,
causing arguments for the sake of bickering.
The rain floods your house
and there’s nothing I can do.
Once the rain has started falling
it closes in on you.
Any apology you seek
is drenched and weathered.
But when the sun returns,
I’ll hang one with the sheets.
-Alexander P. Garza