Clouds

I place the clouds in a container,
Safekeeping for later.
What comes must be felt
But for now the sun is out
And the sky looks so beautiful.

I take a couple peeks into the container,
This Pyrex of gray tumult,
And a little bit of that stuff leaks out
And I wonder what I thought was going to happen,
But I knew it was coming, I honestly did.

What comes must be felt
And I enjoyed my time without it,
But this is what I am
And I can’t keep it hidden forever.
I pop the lid off and it starts to rain,

But you know what?
I still had a good day.

-k.r.r.