The Tale Of The Cloud and The Wind

There was a clear blue sky swept clean by the cold March wind.

One small cloud lingered to dance with the wind for a while

The wind had such a scowl on his face

The cloud had just the trace of a smile

The wind whistled and whined, I will come to you or you may come to me

But you’ll not match my fury before I snatch you away into eternity

The cloud said catch me if you can for I feel brave today.

You won’t blow me away.

The wind raced straight for the cloud

The cloud began to giggle out loud

Leaves scattered in fear

A crow huddled in an old oak hoping the wind would be still

Even wise old trees bent to the winds will

but the cloud waited to the last second and caught the wind like a wave

And rode his crest until the wind slowed to a stop

The cloud jumped off and taunted the wind

You boasted of your strength but you are really a flop

it seems that you are barely a swamp gas, at best a gust

You could not even blow dust

The wind grew angry and found new energy to race after the cloud

All afternoon they darted about the afternoon sky

The wind lunged and the cloud would retreat

The wind came at the cloud from every direction

He came from above and underneath, the wind came at every angle

The cloud did a pirouette and the wind and cloud began to Tango

And so it was that they did their dance until the sun grew tired of the sight

The sun warmed them both so that the wind slowed down and the cloud began to glow

The cloud blushed pink when the wind finally caught her and they kissed

And as the sun went down, he said to them both, “goodnight”.

MikeB