looking down from blue skies and sparse clouds my next look up the ceiling has lowered and rain is on its way
The Perils of Watching One’s Step [Tanka]
Tiger Riding for Beginners
Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre
looking down from blue skies and sparse clouds my next look up the ceiling has lowered and rain is on its way
Tiger Riding for Beginners 
I used to hike a lot with my father. Whenever I’d view the clouds, I’d be scared of the rain, thinking the world over will be lost in darkness. So… I’d always look up to see the clouds, attempting to discern if there was to be a storm in the next minute.
Your poem reminded me of that, given its atmosphere and the same to the thought I revived. 🙂
Short poems are the best, I think. They’re among the hardest to write.
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