Let the Sky Be Poem, by GeekSusie, at My poetic side

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.

Comments +

sorenbarrett July 9th, 2025 20:11
A picture painted in words of making the best of a situation shared with another. What might have been bad is good when shared. Very nice
Tony36 July 10th, 2025 09:19
Great write

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