The Weight of Grey

She has been the grey sky's weight,
Holding the storm behind an iron gate,
Until the first drop strikes the dust and sand,
Waking a tremor, she can no longer stand.
​Years of heaviness strained the steel,
Until the iron began to yield.
The thunderclap was yet to come,
But the silence had finally run undone.
​The iron gate snapped with a sudden roar,
And the rain now flooded the floor,
Eroding the dust and sand away,
Until even the ocean found its bay.

Reviews

[emily.c.]

This is lovely. So much emotion in the descriptions of the sky ! Loved reading