A thunderous shroud of black

Spread deep across the sky.

The rumbling coming forth,

Like a grumble of a giant up high.

Crowded cities shrink to the shade,

Fear of laughter keeping them from the wet.

Hop, skip and jump,

Singing praise of the pitter patter.

Swinging and twisting,

The fear of laughter a distant cold.

Out on the street plays a little girl,

Aware and alert of the eyes upon her.

She flicks her hair in a haughty manner.

She's better than the rest,

The rest know that too.

The fear of laughter can never cage the true.