Thinking Dreams Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rain clouds forming, storms coming quickly across the skies,
no where leaving traces of blue, only black clouds swimming
in their rain.

Balancing upon the atmosphere, running with the winds, dipping
down, slipping by, dropping rain beneath the sky.

Going through the day, finding that everything is changing,
seeing no one keeping pace, always last to find the way, left
behind after every day.

Laughing in the face of knowledge, knowing nothing of what
it means, caring only to sit back and think of your own dreams.