Feelings grew shaped as weather;
born in heady atmosphere
of youthful spring, a wond'rous fling
filling my heart with delight.
Glorious cloud of cirrus
sweeping across life's skies,
fair-weathered wind, warm zephyrs send
rapture blown heat through our nights.
Yet clouds are wont to gather
accumulate-- drifting low.
A certain squall, a total stall,
drenching torrent of goodbyes.
Seasons perpetual change
altered all dynamic climes
in temperate thought, a rainbow's sought
Spring's tears in summer are dried.