Erosion.

Swirling,
Gathering,
Black oppressive clouds,
Circling the brown thatched mountain,
Shedding icy, piercing drops,
Cruel rain,
Turning those blue pools grey,
Filling them.
More rain falls,
Driving,
Lashing,
Pools overflowing,
Rivers running,
Waterfalls crashing down,
Eroding the mountains heart.

 

Love can pick you up and set you high in the sky. It can also make you feel like you have been dropped and landed hard on rocky ground. I was the mountain in this poem.