Forecasting

clouds descend low
where we live,
pushing us farther
into the ground
from resistence;
rain falls into our
noses and eyes
when shooting down
the culprits when
fleeing the scene;
bending trees greet us
openly and willingly,
encouraging our decision
to acquire higher ground;
sharp shooter eyes seek
the raven's way up as
the rain falls down
and away, slipping
on the treacherous
paths of idealism that
push us from behind.

22Jul14