Let the Sky Be

I stood beneath a low-slung sky,
Grey as old grief, heavy with knowing.
The first drop kissed my wrist—
Not a warning,
But an invitation.

Beside me, my wife in her bright red coat
Laughed as the rain let go.
No run for cover, no scolding the clouds—
Just laughter,
Richer than the sun.

Once, I’d have cursed the wet,
Muttered at ruined plans,
Shielded my hair, my pride,
From nature's indifference.

But now—
I simply let the sky be.
And in that letting, I am free.
The rain does not punish.
It blesses.

© Susie Stiles-Wolf