Is the sky like I?

I am afraid that I have mispoke.
I can not say what it is that I feel.

my thoughts have been lossed through words.
the art from that which I grasp fails me.

but I continue to write….

When the rain falls, behind thundershake–
the sky growls, and
in soft drizzles, comes down in drops–
plopping faint ripples in puddles,
sky, you made me cry…

but sky…
can you explain to me why?

or you sun?
your warmth beating down-
envigorating my soul, eyes closed,
I let you take me in…

why did you burn?
what lesson are you trying to learn?

but the shine is beautiful.
incredible warmth.

Is the sky, like I?
unable to understand…
but trys to show in ways it can’t comprehend.
lost in the ways from which it was made–
but still reaches out as a part of the infinite chain.

at moments–feeling as one.