Words (a nonet)

Inspired by this quote:

"Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, [she] would hold them in their hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain."

 (from The Book Thief by Markus Zusak)

The words arrived like Florida clouds

I held them in my hands, calmly

Wrung them out until they dried

Set them on a glass shelf

Where they could shine through

Carry their truth

Tenderly

Sadly

Safe