Nefelibata- The rants of a cloud-walker

The Weathering

The boisterous rush of mountain air,

Arm wrestled with his stubborn flare,

Oh! Did that disperse; without a trace,

Trounced by his magnanimous grace,

The derisory world beneath his feet,

Looked up in awe, their voice a bleat,

Yokel lad high up the alps sat back,

Watching meadows down the creek,

Winter stretched its arm and yawned,

A fine morn hinting spring demand,

Snuggled beneath the plush duvet,

The soft snores of his filiation crept.

Who would calm his nerves so fret,

Melting away days; he hardly slept,

Lass from the meadows below,

Had left, leaving him hollow.

Scallywag clouds had escorted her,

And Crashed with him, oh bother!

She fell on top; he caught her soft,

His unfeeling heart woke aloft,

Mightiest lad, the roof of the world,

Cracked a shiver when she touched,

She embraced him in her icy blanket,

Warming him from the cold sun's stare.

She salved his wounds no one knew,

Filled empty spaces, no one could,

Wrecking the face of his fake pretence.

The burning clouds hissed a warning,

About the ever bullying giant's nearing,

She gifted him a last cover; Melting,

Away In his rugged arms; lamenting.

He stood there stoned, off guard,

Peered her descend; distraught,

Back to the paddock, shaking frost.

The merciless giant shined in glare,

Blanket frayed; with the bully's stare,

Verglas accoutre the yokel lad wore,

Thawed and seeped reminding a vow,

He felt her warmth leave him slow,

The winter's departure; a severe blow.

Winter waves, summer thrives,

He saw her shed her glacial robes,

Diaphanous silk hugging her curves,

She glittered a smile; from the sail,

Primed to ascend the sky under the veil,

Deceiving the sun; To reach his abode,

Conspiring with her confidant cloud,

The lad awaited her arrival call, akin,

To the coins thrown in a wishing well,

She never returned despite his plea,

The sun hammered his cracks in glee,

Moist memories reached his core,

His stone heart pulsed a feeble throb,

Her memories drove a freezing wedge,

Breaking his might along the crevice,

Dizziness numbered his days in the top,

Heartache crumbled him to the drop.

Broken in pieces; without a grapple,

The yokel lad lay inert in the middle,

His parched throat croaked for her,

His last wish to become one with her,

The sky voiced his agony; as thunder,

He clutched himself from surrender,

Longing to reach down her splendour,

Torrential sleet kissed him by a tug,

Tackling him down in a fierce hug,

She cried; he weathered,

Grain to grain he dissolved in her,

Drop to drop she carried him, in her,

The journey of 'him' and 'her' to 'them,'

Ended at the eternal lap of the sea,

She kissed him at the holy triangle,

He drifted down in peace; his wish fulfilled.

They lead each other through the maze,

To the Nothingness behind all the haze.

-----THE STORY OF THE WEATHERING ROCK----

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(NOTE: Geography enthusiasts please forgive me🙏.)

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Quite a rant, don't you think ??😖

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