A Short Poem Written Outside During a Storm That Took Place Shortly After a Death

[Jana]

Nice description of the experience. Following death, they're still with us in essence for some time and that comes through clearly as written. For us left behind, as we struggle to let them go, we imagine them becoming one with nature, return to the earth, the elements, or ethereal realm, and you've done a great job evoking that imagery pairing the more abstract term mind with clouds and concrete piss with rain.

I'm sorry for your loss.