Clouds.
Clouds block us from the Suns hateful rays.
And I guess, from a far, they can look like a smoky haze.
But then there are those days,
When the clouds do not block us from that sunny faze.
•Clouds•
In a way, I guess he was my cloud...
He came on a day when there were none, and the harsh light of the sun was reddening my skin, only I didn't know it.
He stood in front of me. Shielding me from warmth that was grazing my skin.
I wasn't aware that this warmth could be harmful, until I met my cloud.
My cloud continued to shield me throughout the years of my childhood.
He protected me from that false sense of warmth and comfort, instead supplying me with warmth of his own.
The sun would lure me in, with it's promise of friendship, kindness and trust. Only some days there were no clouds, and the redness would appear in the form of backstabbing and trusted secrets being spread, along with the falsities.
Highschool was the sun, and he was my cloud.
And I liked my cloud very much. I needed my cloud more than I could ever admit.
I grew up with my cloud looking after me, giving me shade from that harsh sun.
My cloud taught me the real meaning of trust and love.
In time I learned to love indeed. I learned to love more than I could ever have imagined.
Only I loved my cloud.
The cloud that was always there in my time of need. The cloud that protected me from the sun and its harsh glare and sneer.
The cloud that taught me every thing I value.
The cloud that was everything I valued.
I loved my cloud.
My cloud was the cool refreshingness in the hot dry desert.
The thing that kept me hydrated.
He was the food that kept me alive.
I took in my clouds cover and I relished it.
But, did my cloud love me?
•Clouds•
In the supposed safety of a metal machine powered by fuel, speeding down the road, my cloud drove me home.
My cloud would always take me home, because my cloud would always be there to care and protect me.
I loved my cloud.
More than I would care to admit.
But my cloud was angry and reckless today.
The sun had been extra fierce with it's harsh insults into my skin. My cloud didn't like that.
He was driving unprecautiously down the road.
My cloud was angry.
Never the less, I loved my cloud.
I climbed out of the metal monster and my cloud drove off. He was driving at a speed that could most definitely not be considered safe.
I looked up at all the other clouds.
These clouds were angry and vengeful. Murderous.
Much like my own.
Of course I still loved my cloud, more than I really should.
A roll of thunder could be heard in the distance. A warning.
The clouds released their vengeance in the form of small drops of water, which seemed harmless enough to me, but my cloud had taught me many times to not trust even the most harmless looking things.
I just hoped my cloud would be alright, driving through the wrath of the murderous storm...
•Clouds•
Three days had passed and there had been no clouds. Not since they had released their wrath.
But that harshness was released on one of their own.
A cloud.
My cloud.
Maybe it wasn't the clouds that were up above's fault. Maybe it was the series of events that had led up to it.
The anger my own cloud had felt.
The rumbling clouds that were chosen to be ignored.
Maybe it was the fact the the speed limit was well past breeched.
Or the slippery roads that had been created from the traitorous clouds.
Or maybe it was all of those things and more.
The sound of screeching tyres and a loud crash had travelled through the streets.
The smoky haze had spread through the clean air.
There had been no clouds since that day.
No clouds to sheild me from the sun and it's sinister ways.
I had always loved my cloud.
Although, now....
I had no cloud left to love.
•Clouds•
So that was like, my first attempt at poetry, or a short story, or whatever.
Ok ok! Don't hurt me it was terrible whatever. Let's just forget it ever happened, k?
