Queen of Clouds

They gather around; timidly peeking

For a glimpse of her crown

Is it resting high and round?

Or disheveled, leaning down?

What is her mood this evening?

Quiet and collected?

Or is she restless…. agitated…seething?

The Queen is discernible

But the clouds are in varying hues of grey

Is the Queen feeling vulnerable?

Prepping for a watery display?

Of ash colored clouds and torrential rains

Thunder clapping so loud, children hides in disdain

We truly don’t know, but just in case she puts on a show

Our umbrellas are handy….since she’s the consummate dandy

Swaying either way, dainty and pretty

Then gruff and gritty the following day

The Queen is complex, cunning and shrewd

Wears her heart on her sleeve

She’s emotionally nude

So it’s best not to be rude

She induces clouds that smother the sun out of the skies

Such a passionate lover, puppeteering the rain as her cries

Down pouring for days on end, just to stop and start the cycle all over again

Our harvests will suffer because of the folly of men

Who chose not to love her or shunned her affections

The Queen of Clouds doesn’t respond well to rejections

She’ll take away the sun and cloak the skies in greys

Like the beating of a drum, her thunder echoes down like caves

She frowns upon being betrayed or being a pawn in a charade

Just leave her alone, so we can see better days