Unnamed God's of the Winds

Unnamed God’s Of The Winds Ethereal unseeing creatures drink up the feathery winds Immortals, ancient gods, ride on the backs of clouds Smoke them like cigarettes unfiltered Rise invisible to drink the sky and everything in it Once rain fills them up they turn to fog Another unnamed god Filling up the bodies of the wind Fog clouds empty again as rain They come down just the same as puffs of smoke Solid winds are stronger on the storm Dragged down by water falls then drowned You can feel them on the skin between the drops Falling through the atmosphere Created on 12/23/14 for -Shadow Hamilton’s -“Gods Of Winds” Poetry Contest