The Lost One that Rains.

As the clouds gathered over the mountains
to lay down their sorrowful burdens as snow
on lone cloud missed the train of the wind
and drifted along the valley's seam south instead
like a lost sheep who lost the flock of fleecy ones
and wandered off crying his tears on the lowlands
between the rocky spines of ridges and peaks
as rain falls in its shadows until it is cried out,
giving life to those below in its death.
But north again, over the inland sea
that spawned him, he will be reborn
with the North Wind's next rising,
and maybe he will get it right this time.