Stationary Cloud

I’ve never been one to let the clouds settle

I always welcomed the wind that pushed them away

But the rain tumbles down

And absorbs in my hair

And there is no wind in the forecast.

I soak it up and find comfort in the wet

Find that this is where I feel I need to be

Because to feel anything else would only make me feel guilty

So I bask in the gray

While the stationary cloud shows no sign of moving.