celebrations

Overhead there was a rumble of thunder
Tearing the peace asunder
The sun was pinioned down and helpless
Unable to extricate itself from the cloudy mess.
The clouds  partied  raucously
 Cacophonously.
The celebratory fervour  of the clouds
 heightened in intensity.
The hills were alive to the sounds of their music
Clap, clap, slap, slap, tap tap, rap, rap.

There was the sound of a guitar
Clouds had congregated from wide and far
 The dress code  black
Confidence none did lack
Exuberant and spry
Conscientious like boy scouts
Screams and shouts 
 And yes there were  Scottish bagpipers too
Violin and lute
Tooters who loved to toot
And some flautists too
 Creating a happy din
"leave me alone ,leave me alone"
 Unheard went the sun's   mute plea 
For it things were grim
Alas its fire was dim.

The clouds , danced and piroutted 
Threw back their shaggy manes and twisted 
Celebrating their victory.
The sun had fallen from grace
 A coup had taken place
 They   danced the rare dance of  bonhomie
 Almost extinct on earth
Irrepressible  their mirth
The birds caught the infection
 and chirped and chirped
In absolute joy fluffing their feathers
 and  expanding their girth.

A father and son played on a string cot
 under a tree
Their  chortles and  chuckles  
With the thunder  merged 
The all round rancor magically    purged 
 Creating some new sounds. 
A symphony.


The father picked up the child in his arms
Affected by the cloudy charms
 And danced and pranced 
Trying to replicate the cloudy mirth
 On a parched earth.

Furtively, the sun pushed away a chunk of cloud
 and glanced and glanced.
Peace in the skies
 Peace on the earth
 Rampant the mirth!