50% Chance of Rain

[carahmellow]

A stuttered, saltless ocean
Beating drums on a rooftop's head
Clouds percuss their with their long-held secret, sacred thoughts ('their' seems off... I'm not sure I understand this line. Is that supposed to be them?)

Dreaming aloud,
They wash the world anew
As water colors the canvas of earth
The dusty soil, the thirsty trees,
Cinder blocks and sand
Like ink on a parched page (great line... creative and unique metephor)
Tones darken and flow together

Tiny rivulets slyly slink over and through
Seeking always the hidden hallways (again great line!)
Across my fortress walls of glass
To sink beneath my skin
And make my colors run
This, I once thought I knew

Until one day, 
While trapped within my castle's corridors (the sudden castle reference feels a bit jarring... maybe instead of "rooftops" in the first stanza you could talk of spires or something, just to ready the reader a bit)
With my thoughts too numerous, jostled and elbowing
For my small and fragile skull
I heard the call of waters falling

I rolled down my drawbridge
I slunk in careful, cold-resistant, water-proofed armor 

Until

The gentle

Interrupted

Stacatto song of the river-sky (great line as well... have to point them out when I see them!)
Beckoned more deeply than I could stand
I threw off my hood, (maybe helmet hence the armor?)
Tossed back my head,
and let the raindrops land.

Great poem! You have a knack for creating really impactful lines with strong and unique metaphors.