Little grey cloud, like a ship on horizon.
The wind blows awash the canopy behind.
Little grey cloud of stories
like Elijah’s received promise:
in a clear, clear sky
with dry doubts beside altars of miracles.
Even after fire rained down
there would be another sign.
Little grey cloud, come with wind;
stupefy with rain.
(Inspired by 1 Kings 18:16-46).
Written March 2012, Emma Dumitra.