for every idiosyncrasy, for every dream
and vision I cherished in the face of all
the demands to the contrary, requiring
ice-cold sang-froid and an eye diligently
kept on all the scary events in reality
I did not look at a newspaper to enjoy
feeling threatened by news events, I
looked at the sky instead and saw a
beautiful pantomime in the clouds, the
sun led a colourful, though coy, dance
in which he frequently ran away
Leaving his subjects forlorn in the grey,
whenever he showed his laughing rays
I rejoiced in the world born anew – and
suddenly the sky remained overcast and
it looked like rain, the perfect ending to the
perfect day, the sun willingly gave up
The sceptre allowing the clouds to take
control of the air, their promise palpable,
the approach of the rain queen and her
exciting dance that would change the face
of the land, she will spread her grey mantle
And enfold all in her cool caress while
dancing raindrops will splash down
everywhere...
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