Was a different kind of morning.
When I awoke, I unmistakably smelled
The remnants of a bitter battle-
A war had raged between Sun and Rain:
I caught a whiff of
Drizzle and dazzle.
I looked up to see Sun miffed-
A little blue in places, some
Flecks of grey.
Like a giant pupil determined
Not to blink.
The winds blew
Making leaves quiver and fall off
Like green snow.
To kick up a storm and
By evening, Sun
Ocean crooned, sensing
Disaster. Sun hadn’t slept well
Last night. Her calm waters
Lapped silently, steadily,
At the shore, creating
A rhythm that lulled Sun
Until he slowly sank…
But not before he burnt so bright
That Rain glowed when it fell.
People all over came out to watch
Streaks of liquid torchlight falling.
Weathermen scratched their heads:
“What a conflict; a highly professional
Of course, the following morning, Sun and Rain appraised the extent of their damage. Both couldn’t deny that they were too weather-beaten to care.
Via Daily Prompt: Denial