lie about the weather

I never lie about the weather. 
But now that it's occurred to me 
as a possibility, I have the sudden 
urge

to describe 
the stoop-backed
giant raincloud sidling towards us
from the north (possibly) all afternoon, 
until suddenly it broke open the heavens
above. A deluge of fresh, sweet gallon
-sized tears, as soon as it got near
me. 

I have that effect
on rainclouds. Sometimes,
I think they just want
a reliable confidante
who won't judge
them. For displaying 
vulnerability. Weakness. 

Not surprising!
Who among us
wouldn't want that?

But it is a bit disheartening
when you know you can't
do a thing to help, except 

what anyone could do. Go out
in it, and take it all on
the shoulder.