haiku 16 Aug 2018

Hatred clouds the mind
Greed poisons people when such
Ignorance abounds

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] 

haiku 23 Jan 2018

Its first rays break through
Basting the low clouds in gold
What a grand sunrise

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 19 Nov 2017

White with dark-grey hearts
Rushing low through the blue skies
Clouds of storm gather

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

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rain goes away

Suffering greatly at the hands of a group of children that would simply not stop chanting, “Rain, rain, go away – come again another day,” a cluster of cumulonimbus clouds that was just about to drop some precious moisture on the region's parched fields up and left. “At some point, even I can't stomach the constant and continuous demands for us to leave,” said Sir Dumps-A-Lot, a budding strato-cumulonimbus who was on the verge of tears. “We're only here to make sure everything stays nice and moist, but those damn kids just kept singing, and singing, and singing, and singing.”

The clouds, which were scheduled to stick around all weekend and maybe cause a stream or two to flood, vanished quickly, leaving no buffer between the thirsty soil and two whole days' worth of hot, direct sunshine. When asked where they might be headed next, a big-bellied cloud with a dark and swollen center said, “The wakinyan – the thunder beings that make the flash and the boom – they told us to avoid this area for a while, since they too had had curses and hatred flung at them for knocking out a few transformer boxes and setting a patch of forest on fire. I'm not calling the shots around here, but Senior Soak-Em-Good and Miss Daisy-Drizzle-Bottoms thought it would be fun to go rain over the ocean for a while, just to show the humans that we are not to be trifled with.” Rumor has it that the clouds and their ilk have been avoiding the central and western portions of the North American continent because of a series of nasty news reports blaming them – and not the propensity of humans to cover the Earth in layer upon layer of impenetrable asphalt and to move around in gasoline-burning, self-propelled steel chariots – for the area's lack of rainfall.

As a parting insult, the wakinyan spent ninety minutes lighting up the heavens with what is commonly known as heat lightning, more than likely to strike fear in the hearts of any persons sitting in darkened houses trying to keep the fridge doors closed. When last seen, the cluster of clouds was loitering over a major national airport, flooding pipes and causing delays, as usual.

場黑麥 mentiri factorem fecit