22. The Sky.

3rd September 2016.

Prompt- A Green sky (before a tornado) by MiriSaraie

She was the bright and  blue morning sky.

Shining in the brilliance of  sunlight .

Playing with angelic white brumes,

And the vibrant colours of rainbows.

Often clouds cloaked in grey would scare her.

And her eyes would water, causing tears to flow.

Yet sun, her beloved would soon return,

Chasing away the grey clouds, bringing back her smile.

Twilight descended on them without warning,

And the sun was exiled into the horizon.

Clouds as dark as night swarmed the sky

And there was no one to rescue her from their shadows.

Fear and discord raised havoc within her,

And the blue sky turned into a green nebula.

Her heart rumbled with the sound of thunder.

Her rage gathering into a heavy thunderstorm

Her tears fell down in heavy torrents

Till her soul melted into the darkness of the night.

Not much. Was a bit rushed.




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