The Man Who Can Change the Weather
I sat in a park, glittered with dewy grass I looked down a pathway of dandelions Surrounded by trees full of fruits As I picked up a single leaf of gold and green I noticed you And you saw me You began to walk in my direction Every step made the leaves turn brown and fall to the ground The dandelions bowed at your feet The trees coward with corrosion I sat in disbelief at the man who could change the weather But you didn’t care that I thought brown was ugly You didn’t care that clouds made me cry You came closer and closer The brush around you began to burn The sky rained ash People ran from the man who could change the weather You were a cloud in the sky that covered the sun A thorn that pricked me any time I saw something beautiful A sunburn that blistered my back A thistle that snuck into my sock The leaf in my hand that turned brown I did not run from the man who could change the weather As he approached me, I stood He stopped and stared, shocked He pointed past me and I followed his finger Behind me was meadow just as the one before I looked back and saw his gaze was pointed down, somber I followed his gaze once more To a single clover nested between my feet I picked the clover and gave it to him He took the clover and it turned black Tears ran down his cheeks just as rain poured down from heaven “Are you the man who can change the weather?” His eyes, blue like lightning, looked back He was confused by what I asked I asked again “Are you the man who can change the weather?” He replied, “I guess I am.” “So change it,” I suggested with a smirk.
Hello, my name is Lyzette Delgadillo. I am currently studying as a senior at California State University San Marcos. I am majoring in Literature and Writing and plan to get my teaching credentials so that I can teach high school literature. In addition to this, I have always had a passion for writing, and I would love to publish a novel one day.