Tiny Dancers

Raindrops slip and fall from the clouds embrace

Rejection stings their hearts as they reach back with crystal spires; a one armed stretch towards the lovers that thwarted them

Their bottoms round with friction, become voluptuous glittering tear gems

Facets reflecting disbelief of the cloud’s murderous treason

Wind rushes forward to try to save them

He is hopelessly in love with the tiny dancers

He tries to scoop them into his invisibility, but he lacks arms

He possesses fingers but they are splayed; providing no use

Helplessly he watches his beloved, witnessing their annihilation

He wails to the clouds, promising revenge

Stirring them into a frenzy

They laugh and mock his impotent ways; for they are only a veil and there is nothing concrete that his rage can wear away

He is left with puddles and broken wet kisses

He calls to the sun and speaks to her of her beauty, telling her how he wishes he could dance for her amusement, if only he could get rid of the boastful clouds and their ire some ways

She winks at him, firing her solar flares into a skirt-less dance, she becomes a wrathful goddess; the passion filled heat consumes the troublesome moisture

Over time, she won’t let humidity rise; drying out wind and the soil he dances upon

Soon all is brown, dead, and dirty; wind becomes tired of her demanding affections

Fire runs amok in the valley and mountains, sending smoke signals to the goddess; he is quick to capture her wandering eye

Wind relieved, wishes for nothing more then the slightest cool dampening dew to moisten his lips and voice

Fire does his best to quench the suns taste for flattery

But no matter how hard he tries, his flames never reach high enough to caress her face

She becomes bitter and tormented; soon she can no longer stand to see wind and fire so free to dance upon the earth while she can only watch with stillness from above

She draws the clouds under her once more, banishing them from her vision

Soon the tiny dancers are free to fall once more…