"It's Gonna Rain"

Between the Midsummer Breeze

The plié of the leaves

The darken clouds beckoning my undivided attention 

The strong sweet smell

That floods my mind with memories & replays 

My heart stricken with sympathy & remorseful 

Deviation of life; I smile majestically in that Sun

But I could be wrong—

Because my eyes are cloudy

When I reach my hand up to the sky

Begging for Answers

....for Forgiveness

But when I pull my hand back and place it on my dear heart

It always comes back....dry.