Odin's Poem

Whenever the clouds gather, soft and gray, I see you there, drifting away. Your form in their folds, faint but clear, Each ray of light brings you near. Clouds pile up, heavy, slow, and deep, Like all the tears I couldn’t keep. They swirl and scatter, just like you, Gone too soon, without a clue. But when the sunlight breaks their seams, You return again, in broken beams. Floating through the sky so free, In every cloud, you come to me. Though the storms may come, dark and loud, You’re always there, behind the cloud. And when they part, in the evening glow, I see you shine, and then you go.