expecting skies

I'm with the rain the storm freedom freely born from blood and nature. I move with drab and gray as darkness takes the day like robbers take a bank with bangs and warnings. I hail expecting skies when warm water darkly breaks with breaths and countings. the slap of sparking cloud frees the sun in shroud with streams of triumph yet I soak in eerie skies that are briskly born and die alone.