Thank you, Trinity

It means so much to me,
the sight of deep gray skies;
the sound of storms coming close,
rain's hellos, sun's goodbyes.

I escape this place to free myself
of concrete jungle walls,
to run, to gasp, to feel the air
as nature's teardrops fall.

But tears of sorrow? Tears of grief?
Though we may never know,
I'll wager it is tears of joy
that from this dark sky flow.

With eyes at the skies, I wonder how
they could be blind at times like now;
how can they tell me 'What a shame
that rain and sorrow are the same'?

I may never know, nor ever see
why they must think so carelessly;
for days like this are my desire,
to chase raindrops as they transpire...

Who will ever know if this be my last
time to feel the breeze fly past
to run, to gasp, to chase the storm
to feel nature's consuming joy take form...?