Rain

"What is rain, Emory?"  A mousy girl stood besides a boy at a large window, watching the rain fall, and the great grey clouds billow.

"What do you mean, Olli? What is rain made of?" Emory asked, still looking out the window.

"No... I mean, are they tears? Gods tears?"

"I don't think so... Maybe God is watering the earth in the same way that we water the garden, and the clouds are mud and the thunder is His voice speaking to his plants, He's just so far up that we can't hear the wordsw clearly." Emory declared.

"So, what is the lightning?" Olli asked.

"Oh... weeds?" He offered.

"No, I don't think their weeds, Emory... what if they're sunshine? You know, plants need water, which is the rain, soil, or mud, and sunshine to grow." She smiled.

"Yeah, that's it. But what if one day we find out that it's not all that, what else could it be?" he asked.

"If not tears, or water from a watering can.... Maybe rain is water sloshing out of the bucket of a clumsy angel." Olli giggled.

"Or a god from Olympus, say Poseidon god of the sea(earth), is showering and some water spilled out of the shower." Emory laughed his idea.

Olli grinned, "Maybe we'll never know what rain really is.."
 

My Ever Changing Picture

It mattered not to the moon, where we'd been nor where we we were going. She shone brightly in the inky sky all the same.
Black and grey clouds swelled and covered her light. But the little white orb swung like a bobble out from under the dark clouds and fell back again. Some invisible finger kept her swinging like a pendulum, back and forth to and fro. The darkest of the clouds began to scuttle away, leaving the smokey grey clouds to roll over the moon.
Speeding along below like a silver bullet the Avalon crossed the Texas border and into vast farm land.
Here the sky was above and around, it endlessly stretched over me, making the flat land look wide and thin.

The sky turned slowly lighter, to a grey, and the clouds were tinged with the deepest scarlet.

Lighter still it grew, the grey began rising like steam and a silky cream color lined the half grey clouds.

The grey clouds passed and new white ones pervaded, giving my still shining sphere a wide berth.

The sun had not shown his face, so the moon stubbornly stayed in the wan blue heavens.

It emitted a ghostly pale shine. Poor Ms.Moon! Her craters formed a wailing face, she was quite desolate, but she dare not leave until Mr.Sun had presented himself.

Lo! A golden shine from the North! A cloudbank covered the moon and when it was swept away by the wind she was gone.

Mr.Sun had taken over his azure realm, and Ms.Moon sank around the planet into another black, black night.

My Apology

I am sorry if anyone has noted my absence from my blog. It was unintended and I've had several things to say that I've had burry deep in my carpet.
Sadly I am busy at present, what with finishing up the last two weeks of high school, but I promise that I will have a new post up this Sunday.
Till then.

Cedar Sunshine Writer Extraordinaire