What’s this? I’m feeling a bit chilly, and what on earth is this wet stuff on my leaves. Shake, shake… hello, limbs, shake! Okay, fine. I’ll wait for wind.
Where’s the wind? Hello! Fellow plants! Are any of you familiar with this wet stuff forming on our leaves? Nooo, it is not just me. Would you… just for one moment… just look… Never mind, then! Hmpf!
Look, there! Just behind the trees! The sky is reddening, and purpleing. It is the east, and well, it’s the sun! Ahhh… there’s a little breeze, and a drying effect. Nobody wants to get moldy!
And there’s my little friend! Oh, how I adore him! He keeps me warm and I just feel so much stronger and more alive in his presence. Everyone loves him. I can’t keep my eyes off him. I must follow his every move.
Holy mother of… damn, it’s hot! Listen, Sunshine, Light of My Life, I know you’re just being you, but, umm… my leaves are wilting. It’s just too much, my darling orb of fire. For the love of Pete, dim that shit!
Ahhh… I followed you as far as I could, but you’ve hidden yourself from me. I am not saddened. I can still feel the warmth of your presence and evidence of your brightness in the shadows left behind. Au revoir, my simmering slice of heaven. I’ll see you tomorrow, first thing.
He’s so scorching hot, I’m left looking wilted and sad by the end of his visit! Recovery is quick and made even faster by a delicious drink of water. Too bad I’ll have to settle for water out of the hose, again. I wish he would talk to his cloud friends, but I rarely see them out together, anyway.
What’s this? His cloud friends have happened by and they are looking inspired… rambunctious even! They’ve let down some cooling drops and holy sh…. gulp, gulp, gurgle, gulp! Ya’ll are a bunch of over-achievers! Whaddaya tryin’ to do, drown me?! Leaving me bent over the pot staring at the ground is not dignified! On the other hand, that was some delicious water. Maybe you can come by again tomorrow. You know, after sunset…
Clouds are still hanging overhead, but they’re just up there chattering. With Sunshine long gone now, I’m starting to get a bit chilly… and my leaves are wet, again. Everything will be better once I see him again.
No… I am not stoned. It’s for my writing class… really!