the clouds slid over the mountain
flat and fat … their grey bellies heavy with water
what they hoarded
teasing us with it / dangling it over our heads
out of reach
we shot arrows at them
and guns
a physical manifestation of our frustration
when thunder rumbled … it seemed like they were laughing at us
those cold, cruel clouds
chuckling at the puny humans
so powerless and weak
and thirsty
so thirsty
Wylde Abandyn 09/21/11