A story

Алина Субботина
I want to write
But not about me
I want to write
But not about you
I want to write
About sky
Where long ago
Was thunderstorm
And clouds just like we that day
Were separated by the blow
They try to meet
But cruel wind
 Just part them on the way
And now they live
And don't believe
To meet like we today
They try to chase the path
But sun
Was dazzling their road
And what they do?
Just run like you
To nowhere too
And that was me who met you there
In the rainy stormy day
We helped the clouds met again
Through lightning on their way