Atmospheric Conversation

They and we are overdue for some peace.

The rain
is in a raging conversation
with the wind
just outside my window,
screaming against
every pane of glass.

Their aggravated voices 
rise and fall, sharply,
ease and intensify, unexpectedly,
get whipped around, constantly, 
sometimes horizontally,
by powerful gusts coming 
from every direction.

Their language is harsh,
ladened with fury and vitriol,
aimed at everything
and everyone, 
sparing no one 
and nothing.

It's not a light topic,
the rain and wind
have serious issues,
they've been raging,
intermittenly,
at and with each other,
seemingly,
from the very beginning.

Their disagreement
is on an atmospheric scale,
they're in collusion
with the moon, 
and the sun,
and the stars.

Only the clouds 
appear to have answers
to calming them down
but even they
have their dark days
and sometimes 
just get out of the way
and let them 
have at it.

This morning 
is one of those days.

All you can do
is sit back
and watch
and listen
and hope 
they find common ground
and quiet down.

They and we
are overdue
for some peace.