Sunflower

A grey cloud with black lining floats directly in front of the head of the sunflower
Six feet from the ground
45 centimeters across
30 centimeters high
This cloud has been stuck in traffic
A doctor late for his appointment
The green unshaven neck of the stalk strains to get closer
The wilted petals of the sun reach out like limp tongues
They have no power left to lick at the cloud
The sunflower has been pummled by the rays of his mother
A mop stood on its butt
Raindrops stereotypical in shape begin to fall to the base of the stalk
Soaking into the cracked pebbledash mud
The sunflower tenses its roots and gulps the ground
With the pain of a regular human turning into a superhero
The thirst of the flower is quenched
The cloud moves on