Walking Through

Rain in the sky. Gun metal clouds as heavy as heart-ache. Hunched are the walkers as they go somewhere out of sight. We have to trust the way ahead, the storm waits, it is a lure, it gathers emotions together leaves them bruised by the fading light. I will travel within myself, even in the town where the within is nowhere to be found. I will gather the way rain collects in a pocket of sky then fall upwards to greet it.