Calamitous Cloud

The farmer worked hard for his crop, but the cloud seemed to think that he shouldn't reap all that he so arduously sowed.

Sweat stains his soul
Burdening time
It all takes so long
But in the end he stands,
Head held high,
Eyes gazing out upon his lands
The blood that he's spilled
That feeds the growing crop
The life he's given for himself
For his children
For his loving wife who never left his side

But in the west the air is growing cold
Something moves toward the farmer and his work

A wicked cloud sails through the sky
Baritone thunder rumbling deep within
Lightning whips across the darkening backdrop
Illuminating a field of nourished crop
The deep thunder sweetens and seduces
Promising rain to the tired farmer
And as he walks back into his house
A deafening crash echoes throughout the sky
The thunder furiously shakes its façade
Rumbling the ground and uprooting the crop
Lightning and rain come torrenting downward
Masticating the arduously-worked land
The farmer wakes from his pleasant sleep
Opening his eyes to witness the destruction,
The massacre of his sweat and blood
He stands atop his devastated dreams
Watching helplessly as the crows pick clean any crop remaining

Author's Note

President Obama is the cloud, and the farmer is a hard-working American.

Reviews

[Passingdaze]

Damn that was intense. Very vivid and quite exciting. I almost felt as if I was there. Very good imagery that sustains the piece and keeps it moving along well. A very sad undertone is conveyed and the end is just outstanding. Great work and I will def. be reading more of your work. The massacre line was my favorite.

[Aileen]

vrry nice. i like and true but thats mother nature. n we can't do anything about it. but its a vrry nice poem u got her. nice job.
ur friend
Aileen

[Flame DM]

I loved this. I never had much of a green thumb but i could respect anyone that does plant because it takes a lot of hard work. The poem just pulls you into a story and its completely well written. I could feel the farmer's pain and his face as the crows ruin his work. Very very well done =]

[ilurvekinilaw]

Oooh. Thanks for writing something that's out of the ordinary. Here in the Philippines, farming is a predominant mode of livelihood and though me holding a spade isn't one of the things I could foresee in the far future, I guess I really can relate to the farmer's pain. So much "sweat and blood" lost in a single snap of the fingers. Nice poem. :)

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

Quite beautiful. I think you captured the plight of a farmer well. Once upon a time I had a garden :-(
In the first 5 lines, I couldn't even tell that it was a farmer. I had to go back and reread those lines, attaching a farmer to them, and everything flowed so well. Really got me thinking. Simply exquisite, this is!