Nothing more

By Lesley Jeruzal
Nothing more than a cloud;
droplets of moisture, clinging together
until I am too saturated
to hold any more.

Tears rain down
the light becomes dark.
The shadows from the night
swallow me whole.

Lightened by the storm,
the wind blows me on.
Ever changing, ever being
never one in the same

Changing at a moment's notice,
never sure of where I will be.
Light and peaceful in the summer sky?
or ominious as a death filled storm?

Blow me wind,
to where I am
meant to be.