Clouds

Long strings
woven together,
white with happiness
of sun rays going
through the
puffiness.
But suddenly
the clouds flip
over and becomes
a gray sheet that
nothing but the piercing
raindrops can
go through.
But when
it all clears,
there's a rainbow
that stretches
high and arches
through the clouds,
then doubles
with neon
pizazz.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.