Poems.

Weather of time

Rainstorm
Grey clouds blanket the sky, Bringing shadow to the land below.
One, two, droplets fall snatching my attention.
The winds pick up, moist air clinging to it.
Purple plasma snakes the clouds, like vicious leviathans, bringing thunder.
The rain starts pouring on the asphalt, like grass growing rapidly.
Soon, a symphony of splashes are heard miles around.
Swathes of grass swaying in the wind.
the grass overflows, opening puddles with mirror worlds.
The water flows on all colors, a cacophony of sight.
Rain flows so heavily, almost to clean the world.
Tires splish the grass, becoming fiercer than sea waves,
Almost as if the tires surfed.
Soon, all storms come to an end.
The rain stops, bringing a warmth to rise the moisture from the ground.
Now, the world smells cleaner.

Afternoon Blues
Blue hues hepicanny
The suns rays have gone
Clouds absorb the sky
I breathe in the oncoming night,
Dark tones overtake my woes
Like an aesthetic photo, colors go awry
In my surprise, I have no dark demise.
I sit in peace, not missing the sunny side skies.

Morning.
Sun bleeds red through my curtain
Demanding an answer.
Unwillingly I respond
To the cries of the bell.
Weariness draws my eyes
To the beginning of a dreary day.

Nighttime Melody
After the sun rises the moon
Shining so silver like a knight in armor
I wrap my hands in the light
Gently touched like a flowing creek
The light flows and swirls around my fingers
If I could only keep it in a jar
Ever so softly shining, up in the lonely sky.
Crickets chirp in blissful silence
The air stops swirling and bumbling
Busy bodies settle down for rest.
The silence starts playing it's silent tune
When all have quieted to listen
I hear it's calm, this quiet tune so gentle and wise
Whispering rest on uneasy minds
The moon sings in melody
till the sun rises again
To relight his kingdom

Hepicanny: Adjective, randomly placed usually with different shades or hue/Abstractly marked/In many places marked with a base color in different hues