The Rain Veils

They signify uncertainty,
The middle way between zero

And one. Dragging their blue curtains
Decorated with dry lightning

In the distance, they could touch ground—
A storm’s a possibility

In the immediate future
But a coin flip from certainty.

That’s why such weather’s ominous.
It’s not that there will be a storm

But that there might be, might not be.
When something doesn’t signify

A more-than-likely yes or no,
That’s when it can be meaningful.

You scrutinize the fine blue veils.
Was that wet you felt on your neck?