Grey Skies

By: Jenny Culbertson

Stormy weather inbound on a crash  
course with these shining blue heavens 
overhead as we feel a light courier  
warn us on the cool breeze. 
  
Booming drums in the distance  
while yellow light flashes in the sky  
branching down to earth like golden  
trees growing out of clouds. 
  
Rain drops fall and I wonder if it’s  
falling up; if the sky's an ocean  
and the earth is Atlantis as 
the world above begins anew. 
  
I stand tall longing for the flood  
as the water falling faster soaks 
me through to the bone and washes 
away all the self-hatred. 
  
I duck in cover now wishing this world  
to stay but the flood waters are rising  
up to the rooftops and the water’s  
turning red and salty with blood. 
  
The sun sets and I can see the aether  
burning flames, see that their 
fires won’t stop burning even when  
the water pours overhead. 
  
I see souls flying up 
or maybe falling down.