Dark Cloud

Dark Cloud prose poem

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Dark cloud looming. Moving slowly. But it’s there.
Creeping in front of the sun’s path, dimming the light, inch by inch.
Will it settle? Will it stay? Will it slide on by and keep on it’s way?
Is there rain inside? A storm brewing? Or is it there merely to cool the effects of the burn.. Some rain first to enjoy the rainbow? Or just darkness to snuff out the bright..
It’s there still. Moving slowly. But there.
Is it a warning? Or a relief?
Did I get too close? Enjoy the sunburst too much? Too quickly? Too intensely?
My skin red and tender. Painful. Worth the pain?
The cloud lingers.
The sun peeks through. Is it asking me to stay? To wait and see what more is to come this way? To weather the impending storm for a reward too beautiful to say? Or is it saying I’m sorry to have hurt you – and goodbye..
Dark cloud looming. Moving slowly. But it’s there.
What do I do?

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