A passing cloud 

had its cathartic moment.

It spat out its fury

cried out its pain

or melted in heated passion…

I couldn’t tell.

I only knew that

all that it had released

was all that it had absorbed.

I ran out then…

Looked up at the vast expanse

of dark feeling

lowered and wanting to touch…

to reach out.

I let it soak me.

And so it happened…

In its cathartic moment

I had mine.