Thundercloud Grey-Benjamin Moore-2124-50

Thundercloud Grey-Benjamin Moore-2124-50

A thundercloud cracked

Hovered above her head

Her blonde hair ran in all directions,

Dripping droplets down as she ran

She had to reach it

For her, for her daughter

The lemon-eyed woman picked up speed

She jumped through the clouds

Raced through the town hall

Her yare feet movement wasn’t enough

Her sweet sounding voice 

Now drowning with tears

She wasn’t going to make it

 In time

By miracle, as if someone above the clouds

Knew of her troubles, she reached her destination

Just as the lightning broke the mantle of grey

Inside it was dry and cold

Everyone was working

Everyone had come in time

Yet everyone lived close to work

But the bus did not understand

“YOU’RE FIRED!”

She exited through the door

Her hopes had come to die

How would she tell her?

With the rain still pouring over her shoulders

She performed a walk of shame

Her blonde hair now fell sloppily down

The spark of her lemon eyes had died

Her gray shirt now damped in rain and tears

Shame and sadness lingered around her

Her shame and sadness could be smelled miles away

The time had come

For the stars to show

The woman wondered

How to tell her?

How to explain it to her?

She’d have to get a new job

As her walk of disgrace came close to an end

She tripped over a rock

AHHHHH

She fell on the cold concrete

The rain still pouring,

Now on her face

The single mother decided to stay there;

 Let the rain fall and wash her tears

Let them cover her body

Clean her of her shame

The thundercloud hovered above her head

Some lighting stroked here and there

*prop, prop, prop*

Went the rain as it damped her whole

The ground rumbled

As the grey let go a thunder

Tiny footsteps walked her way

Right in front of the mother was her

The blonde mother did not want

Anyone to lay her eyes at her current

Especially her own daughter

“Mommy, stand back up.”

Said the small girl as she extended her hand

The lemon eyed woman kindly accepted,

There was nothing she could do now

Together they walked slowly,

Letting the rain fall and

Trickle down the smile on their faces

Laughing, smiling, forgetting the sadness

Somehow the daughter knew what had happened

And the mother knew she knew

Together they entered the bakery

Asked for the one thing they could afford.

As the muffins came they sat together

Ran through the jobs listed on the newspaper

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