Weather Watching by Samuel Strathman

It’s autumn and the only
pretty thing is rain,
and the shadows
rain casts.

Forecasters don’t speak
of the shapes murk creates,
oceanic currents
washing over the lonely,

waves nourishing the soul.
Like the weather,
we change by the hour,
lifeforms lost between the clouds.

— from Juniper Volume 5, Issue 3