That day, everything seemed so nice and clear
Behind the windows of the cabin.
Nice weather!
Oh, yes!
What luck!
Until my cousin pushed me out into the wind;
“No,” I scowled.  “What for?”
I pulled his hand off my arm;
He did not answer;
He only pointed to the middle of nowhere,
“Hmmm,” I said.
I reluctantly followed him,
A people-pleaser, I am.
I wanted a scarf at least and a little time to comb my hair,
But I reluctantly followed him,
A people-pleaser, I am.
“Grrr,” I grunted.
I reluctantly stepped up onto the humps of grass in the middle of nowhere.
“Oh, look,” I said sarcastically to my cousin.
“There’s nothing that captivates me out here.”
However, he said, “Observe.”
Nothing more than a star,
Nothing more than a little yellow ball of light
Flashing beams here and there in the air;
He knew that I saw nothing more
So he questioned me about the sky,
Then the scary-looking bee-infested forest,
And more . . .
Until I saw more than I should dare;
Turning my head at an awkward angle,
I began to see some very faint and hidden thunder clouds coming toward me
Like needle points;
I became scared.
Too late, too late,
I stayed out with my cousin too late;
The blackness had managed to shade the sky,
And the sun’s departure had left a greater chill in the air.