The Artwork of Summer

Summer 2023
free verse

I look up, following the wisp
Where clouds cry,
Their tears mumbling and prattling on the ground.
The land is soaked in sorrow.
Thousands of flowers bloom with hope
That the sunshine can tear through the sky.
While most people stride across the puddles,
Only a few notice that the splash is rather a gift,
A watery firework from the sky.

Little Cricket hides behind
Leaves as their umbrellas,
Curiously observing the droplets,
Dancing to the rhythm of the rain,
Enjoying the solace of serenity.

Standing in the rain, with the umbrella aside,
The two little girls lift their faces to the rain,
Enjoying the droplets rolling on their cheeks.

I am among those
Who hide under the canopy,
Tiptoeing, carefully bypassing the puddles.
Until once,
When I accidentally step in one
And the watery flower begins to sparkle,
Do I realize this art.

The clouds cry,
Because people neglect the beauty of their tears;
The clouds weep,
Because they know
Their artwork will dissipate.

The sky will always seek sunshine.