Her Cloudy Disposition

Her cloudy disposition
liked to rain on my parade
She loved to thunder into the room
making a big splash, wherever she went
My rainbow conjectures,
were often overruled, by a sudden flash
of 30,000 Kelvins,
Lightning quick to point out, she was
being hotter than the sun
Way brighter than the likes of me,
having only my Sunshiny thoughts,
possessing only a dry wit, and arid intentions
rather lackluster,
in the larger astral sphere

She just couldn’t weather my lesser
forecast aspirations….