The curtain draws,
To reveal a scene.
A summer's afternoon.
Everything green,
Everything bright.
Lazy,
Hazy,
Overcast clouds ruling the land.
Trees tremble in fear,
Joined by bushes and grass.
The plant life sways in submission,
To the mighty winds,
Sent from the clouds above.
Plop!
The first drop,
Innocent,
Timid,
As the cloud kings test their power.
Splat!
The second drop,
Slightly heavier,
Pronounced,
As the daunting monarchs gain confidence.
CRASH!
The clouds rumble in laughter,
Surveying their subjects,
With fanatical pleasure.
The raindrops pick up speed,
Splattering upon the cowering grass.
The flowers under the trees,
Snicker nervously,
For they have not yet been hit.
But no one knows,
Who will be next?
Thunder rolls once again,
The cloud kings pounding furiously on their thrones.
A luminous branch of electricity strikes the ground,
Roots infiltrating,
The home of the common folk.
The rain pours rapidly,
Flowers,
And trees,
And grass,
And bushes,
Absorbing it,
Against their will.
Can they survive,
The fierce performance,
That demonstrates,
The magnanimity,
Of their leaders' quest,
For power?
And suddenly,
Silence,
Reticence,
Reluctance,
Have the clouds grown tired?
Splash.
Splatter.
The rain of the kings,
Beats,
Unsteadily,
On the still recoiling grass.
And then,
Nothing.
Trees straighten their branches,
And stretch their leaves,
Tenderly searching the atmosphere,
For any sign,
Of their bold leaders.
It is safe!
Flowers perk,
And grass sniffs the air.
Hope has once again been restored.
And the subjects of the cloud kings,
Find themselves stronger,
Braver,
Resilient,
As the curtain closes,
And stream rises,
From the tepid soil.
What good kings.
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Poems from the Right Brain
PoetrySome silly, some not. Some lighthearted, some littered with thought. Some passionate, some numb. Some so clever, some outright dumb. Some more cautious, some bursting with tears. Some revealing memories, some unveiling my fears. So here's my heart...
