Clouds
The gloom of the day said its last lines, and the heavy curtains of rain parted. Evening took center stage, and with it came a monologue of clouds, dressed as marshmallows waiting to be speared and warmed. Or were they kernels of popcorn huddled in a plastic tub eager to be grabbed. Or maybe they were the smooth rocks of the cobblestone walkway in a neighborhood lined with oak trees.
Hush. They are about to speak. They will tell us.
