A Game of Chess
Darkness falls, the clouds convene,
Blocking the sun, darkening the scene.
The mood is set, cue the breeze,
The tempest is rising, but he is at ease.
Like a game of chess, the clouds take their position,
Following the game plan they had envisioned.
The people are cautious but there’s nowhere to hide.
They have planned this moment, down to the very last stride.
The first wave begins, and raindrops fall.
Harder and faster, drenching them all.
People are running and rushing, waiting and hiding.
Thunderous laughter echoes, the strategy is working.
But a lone silhouette walks bravely on.
The clouds are outraged so they bring on the storm.
The others have gone; only he remained.
A smile on his lips, enjoying the rain.
They showed no mercy, he showed no fear,
His defiance sent a message, loud and clear.
Anger made them careless, they made a mistake.
No more rain, no more thunder. Checkmate.
~alyz_28~ “o”
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