Stage Left

Nature's theatre is busily featuring
another of those hysterical disputes
among its major actors, prima
donnas both. Each claiming
pre-eminence, the sun and the
sky have had a wardrobe falling-out
the sun insisting the sky shed
occluding garments, the sky
huffily responding that no
upstart sun will tell it what to
wear. Wind, clouds and snow
have declared their allegiance
to the sky. Obliging the sky,
wind bellows clouds into a
wardrobe altercation, as clouds
release a confetti of dense snow
squalls, obscuring the sun's vision
from the playhouse below. In a
fury of thespian rage fire blazes
from the sun's gaseous heat,
burning through the clouds,
melting the ambient snow as the
sun takes entitled centre stage.