The Midday Union

They draw nigh
Dark angry cumulus clouds
Ready for the performance
Majestically closing-in-
A midday union
A union without a rhythm

The Thunder claps in applause
Urging on the mistress
Teasing her to her climax
To pour and pound;
The clueless creatures

The skies lighten up
Brightened by the lightening’ smile
A flash, flirty, fleeting smile
Visible from many a mile
Flashing from east to west
Coloring the performance

Then the RAIN…

She descends down furiously,
Like a woman scorned
Pounding the dry ground ferociously
Like she is on a vendetta
To appease her bruised ego.
The ground mourns,
Shedding streams of brown tears
And the dwellers stand helpless
Wondering when the orchestra
Will end,
Wondering whether,
There will be;
A standing ovation
Or a moment of silence