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…
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? Â There is something there that I want to emulate in my own heart…
The personification of the natural realm is always a powerful literary device. You do so very well.
Thank you, Robert! It’s so wonderful to have a place for my over-active imagination to have a socially acceptable outlet! 🙂
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
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.
So true – this photo and the idea of that smile in the storm got me thinking enough to post about it on my gardening blog today as well, if it interests you…http://melodylowes.blogspot.com/2012/08/smiling-at-lightning.html
My goodness, Melody… how do you keep up with it all??? 🙂
Well said!
Thank you! 🙂
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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