Graphite and Grey Skies:

A cold front is brewing
As grey skies take form,
I'm bracing myself
For a scattered rainstorm.

The weatherman said
Sunny and clear,
But I do my best writing
When precipitation is near.

For graphite germinates
When emotions pour out,
Cause dry barren landscapes
Can't sprout in a drought.

So open the flood gates
And let the passion gush,
For hearts speak up
When feelings are flush.

Drowning my sorrows
May numb some pain,
But thunder cries out
Shortly after the rain.

You reap what I sow
When grey skies flow,
As saturated graphite
Extinguish my woes.