Clouds Don't Cry

By Debi Mukherjee

She had held it all within her for far too

 long, nearly a year since she had drifted

from land, her chest heavy with grief. 

She’d floated past the oceans, 

and many a forlorn sea. 

At last she met her old friend 

The mountains who 

stood in her way for embrace, 

and she relented. 

Tears gushing down, 

clasping her old friend, she howled, as the Earthlings bore witness. 

Streams running down so fast, 

they eroded what came in it’s way, 

the hard rocks, ground and all. 

Rivers welled up again and so did the streams. Yet the mountains said to her, 

“Let it flow”, 

and so she did.

By Debi Mukherjee