Clifford Villalon Poet Metrical Tale

The Rain That Never Bowed

Clouds are playing everyday under the fair sky.  Everywhere in their playground there's always brightness and happiness.  One day, Rain asked the Clouds if it can play with them.  Clouds said, "Yes."  Days passed by and all clouds and drops of Rain play with gay.  Then one shady day the Rain disappeared and the Rainbows asked the clouds, "Can we play with you?" The Clouds said, "No.  Only until the Rain comes back and play with us."  The Rainbows were sad and said, "We don't appear everyday.  Why not play with us today?"  "We will play with all of you if the Rain will appear and play with us again!" the Clouds averred. 

 Many days and months passed and no raindrops appeared before the Clouds.  The lands that were so rich and fertile under the Clouds are now being dried by the Sun.  Years passed and many soft grounds drifted and collided with each other.  Grounds became brittle and turned into sands.  Overtime  these sands transformed into desert and clouds turned blue.  One misty day, a tornado visited the desert grounds  and Clouds were blinded by dusts.  Rainbows never appeared again when the Rain didn't return.  When humans of modern times dubbed some dark clouds as "nimbus" during stormy days, the Rain and the Rainbows play together while no happy Clouds are visible in the sky...  What keeps the World moving?

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