Wearied weather

Searching the sky,
looking for clues,
and wondering why
no one answers you.

You scream and you shout,
but the clouds just don’t care;
they flutter about,
and give bored gray stares.

So you turn away,
and retreat inside,
perhaps to pray,
or perhaps to hide.

But your problems don’t wait at the door –
they follow you in to trouble you more.