Many Shades of Grey

Sunday mornin' rain is fallin'
Steal some covers,
share some skin.
Clouds shrouding us in moments unforgettable,
You twist to fit the mold that I am in.

The rain splashes large droplets of water on my window
as I sit on the edge,
staring out into the dark clouds.

The clouds, shades ranging from white to black,
Filled with electricity,
engulf everything within reach.

A sudden flash of purple,
the electricity escapes from the clouds,
and ends with a loud crash.

As I sit there, amazed at it's power,
I silently wish,
Why can't I be a thunder storm?

I crave to be filled with all of that energy,
all of that power,
And all of those shades of grey.

As another bolt of electricity escapes,
This time golden,
two dark clouds part.

Sun rays flow in through the gaping hole,
as if they were stairs,
stairs to the heavens.

These are the heavens that I will never reach,
As the thunder storms hold the keys
to unlock their doors.

Still, feeling more energetic from the storm,
I jump from my window,
and chase after the golden stairway.

I reach them,
rays of sunlight fluttering down on me,
I climb.

I climb the golden steps,
until I reach the first dark grey cloud
I feel it's true power.

It is overwhelming.
Yet, I feel at peace,
Like I was meant to be in the clouds.

energy fills my body as I climb higher,
And I feel at home,
Home in the clouds.

My silent wish has come true.
I am a thunderstorm.
Full of energy and passion, and most of all

Many shades of grey.