Young Writers Society

The blackness of the night sky is littered with stars,

Bodies of hope and light gazing upon many mortal frames.

They seem so distant, so disattached to the world,

That mortals wander about uncaringly under their all knowing gaze.

Some brave ones seek to find out the secret of this omniscient clutter, 

But before they get the chance to, the stars become aware of the plan.

They twinkle mischievously as they prepare to hide under the glare of the sun.

The morning sky is clean, devoid of the litter of stars,

Not a single blemish on the shining blue canvas.

The brilliant Sun shines brightly, but sly clouds sneak in before his glare and his glory is hid.

The land trodders receive a momentary reprieve from the scorching aura,

Going about their business without a care.

The Sun elicits the sympathy of the gentle wind, that soon comes along 

Driving the clever clouds from before the Sun, who beams in gratitude.

Then it all changes, the sky now a tempestuous gray, and the wind rages.

The sly clouds, now a dark gray, fueling the wind's power and fury.

The Sun has departed, for not even he can silence the wind.

Lightning curses as he is awoken from his slumber.

Thunder, his messenger, bellows his fury to the world.

The land dwellers quake in fear, their tiny figures rushing into their lodgings, seeking shelter.

The lightning lashes the clouds furiously, its rage unquenchable.

The clouds cry out in agony, regretful of their trickery, their tears falling as rain.

The rain comes down in torrents, soaking the lush green earth to its brim.

The water now begins to accumulate, flooding the helpless mortals' plane.

The sorrowful clouds know not what they are doing, only able to be sobbing regretfully.

All that they wish for now was an end to their suffering.

The air howls in pain as each lash of electricity rips it apart, earning a boom of thunder.

Lightning's whip crackles across the sky's back and the wind regains its senses.

It was now super heated and charged with energy,

Energy that it used to sweep the sky clean of clouds and all.

The lightning is sent back to slumber along with the thunder, and the clouds cease weeping.

The Sun once more shines in all its glory, and dries the land.

The clouds returned to their milk white complexions and hastily retreated from the sky.

The evening sky is another marvel,

Its canvas is streaked with a variety of colors, pouring from the Sun as it says farewell.

The mischievous stars lose their hiding place, and come out to greet the mortals once again.

The Sun soon disappears under the sea, and the cycle begins anew.