Overcast by Stephanie Stanton.
Her perfectly manicured fingers stretch
and fondle his surface in search of an edge
Her smouldering eyes hold the nation's stare
as she lifts him up with a flick of her hair
She glances an instant, scanning the map
then puts him in place; gives his surface a tap
He loves her, the cloud, and wishes to be
more than her prop, to be used in 2D
But alas there is nothing that can be done
for this cloud, manufactured in 71
'The South will remain fairly cloudy but dry'
(He can't let her down, does his best not to cry)
'In the North expect rain but this later should clear'
(When the camera is turned, out trickles a tear)
Poem by Stephanie Stanton 2015 ©