I sit,
A silent dandelion
Tending to itself.
You come in,
A thundercloud
Waiting to ruin my day.
My petals don’t hold strong,
You know this.
You don’t require much wind
To clap,
And wash me away.
It happens again,
Your thunderous quake
That ruins everything.
I’ll wait for the storm to pass,
I’ll act unbothered.
Then I’ll sit.
A silent dandelion stem,
Tending to itself.