When Clouds Lose Their Temper

When clouds lose their temper,

they growl and rage;

they hiss and they thunder,

and don’t act their age.

They roil, drawing knitted brows

into dark frowns,

they cover the sun and spit at the ground.

Such rude misbehaviour

just can’t be ignored –

except by the sunflower,

who smiles all the more.


Isn’t she the picture of peace under pressure?  There is something there that I want to emulate in my own heart…

9 comments on “When Clouds Lose Their Temper

  1. Robert Rife says:

    The personification of the natural realm is always a powerful literary device. You do so very well.

  2. Caddo Veil says:

    Oh this is Wonderful, Melody–and yes, I SO yearn to be a sunflower (not a grouchy cloud)! God bless you today–love, sis Caddo

  3. snowbirdpress says:

    There is something that magifies the light in a sunflower… and when we come across it it shines in all the dark shadows of our hurt, a healing happens.

  4. Maria Tatham says:

    Yay for sunflowers! Birds planted some beneath our bird feeder, Melody, just by digging into the seeds and letting them fly. My husband calls sunflowers “weeds”, but I am gently instructing him…

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