clouds take many shapes.
visible morning breaths,
and savior of death.
casting a cool sheet of shade.
between hide and firework-like rays.
giving comfort in relief,
sprinkles leave no scars.
shallow and brief,
puddles mean no harm.
but when droplets soar down like meteors,
rushing over pores to saturate ground.
gathering into savage herds.
liquid knows no bounds.
what once came down is now rising up.
swiftly sweeping away time with abrupt.
to creeks, ponds, and lakes
swelling into rivers of destruction.
replacing gasps of air with burning suffocation.
because when lungs are filled,
screams are altered into silence.
it's proven clouds take many shapes,
and one of them is violence.

© LW