The sun suffered a massive a stage fright,
And excused itself from our sight.
Shy fire, confused gray and a schizophrenic blue,
Cotton clouds, heavy and too full of hue.
Lightning threw a tantrum, thunder a fit,
Torrents after torrents, obligingly followed it.
Headlights blinked, traffic lights blinded,
Horns, yells and screeches, went unheeded.
The windows stared back, bleak and tired.
And back to their blinking screens, the ants returned.
