Sky stop! Choose already (Summer poem #2)

I wonder if you witness our monstrous actions sometimes

and if in your own way you’re just trying to say not this time.

When you became enraged

and told the clouds to let us have it,

was that a warning

or were you just suffering from mood swings?

I don’t get it

sometimes you’re calm

next minute here comes your palms

covering us in anguish,

experiencing distress,

looking like a proud promoter for unkemptness.

Are you finish?

I can’t distinguish

whether you’re

here to help

or leave us imitating stupid.

Sometimes, I think it’s a nice summer day

it will definitely stay sunny,

next minute here comes heavy rain and high winds.

Do you find it funny?

You lost me – tell me!

What’s your objective?

I use to think that you were the home of angels,

but I soar through you and there’s nothing more cold

and fearful than being in your presence.

You planning on ever just settling down

and just being happy,

or are we constantly going to play victim

to your curse of unpredictability?

Sky listen, choose already

because it’s summer and I told fun I’m ready.