The Sun and the Lone Cloud
The sun has risen in full glory, lightening the sky with her gentle rays.
It settles in peace, knowing that it must move all day, to give to world and people everything she has.
But alas! It’s peace does not last long.
The lone cloud is an innocent, weightless little thing. It floats around all day and night, glancing down at the amusing activities of the living creatures.
The cloud has no control over itself.
The wind is too strong and it is, but a young fellow, powerless and skeptical about its existence.
It has no choice, but to allow the wind to take it wherever it wants, where it shall remain, until the wind decides otherwise.
So we cannot blame the cloud, when it is pushed over, to cover the poor sun, who is, but doing it’s duty.
The sun is bewildered.
It’s rays are blocked, as an outrageous young cloud, who, as much as it tries to move, refuses to budge. It tries to peek through and escape, but it’s efforts are in vain.
Down below, man glances up with tears in his eyes, as the light in his world is being hindered.
And the cloud?
Oh, the poor thing!
How it tries to get out of the way, as soon as it realizes it’s blocking the path of her majesty, the queen of the day!
It realizes that efforts are of no use, since the wind has forgotten and moved on to another Godforsaken cloud.
It’s eyes well up with tears of sorrow, because it feels guilty for misdeed.
The drops of water in the air, pity, and allow themselves to dissolve into it, as it’s tears begin to fall.
And lo!
As it weeps, the cloud finds itself disintegrating, it’s tears taking down the soft body.
As it disappears and glances back at the Sun, smiling in apology, in admiration, and in farewell..
There!
The sun beams as it returns to full glory, unhindered and as magnificent as ever.
Man looks up, filled with rapturous emotions, his eyes conveying appreciation, gratitude and happiness.
The sun is out again.
Alma Writer 2019
