CLOUDS IN JUNE
a funny dark cloud
followed little June down her street
as if to say, “I’d like to make
good use of your time.”
Naturally she scurried away,
closed the door of wood behind her,
only to hear rain thunder.
Running up the stairs to her green bedroom then
she saw out her window
the strange-looking grin on
the cloud that now watched her,
from her bedside,
awaiting her moment to water June’s sot.
The battle began as a chase
down her street,
but soon turned to war when June saw the
cloud’s feet drawing near as she tried
to make green the flowers close by but,
she lacked something.
The grass would grow dry and June
did not understand
what she did wrong as she bathed
them so carefully. and watered them
And then would come the
strange cloud once again
she hated her so, and did not want her
near but for some reason,
when that dark cloud was there,
June’s garden could bear much
Persists made no difference,
June was meant to be friends with
the strange little cloud that
came by and smiled.
Eventually she would not
mind this bond so much but
until then she still scurries from state
to state hoping somehow to dodge the
cloud’s silly face.