It was such a beautiful day. White clouds were drifting, revealing the blue sky as they dissolved. The white poppies were trilled.
It was their first real date with the tree elements, the wind, the clouds and the sun. They were excited. Till now they had been carefully watching their secret, making sure it was protected under their white skirts.
Today the temptation was irresistible. The wind was flirting, teasing, asking them to swing themselves on the huge blue and white dance floor.»Why not» said one of them. «Why shouldn´t we let our beauty shine? Let us dance girls.»
On tall, strong stems they were swinging. First calmly from side to side, then the wind would suddenly make a quick move and bend them downwards. Up again – touching the clouds – letting the sun play in their white skirts as they sparkled.
«never ever have a dance given me such pleasure» whispered the wind. «you are born ballet dancers. Your skirts are made of the most delicate material. I could almost imagine it translucent.»
The poppies blushed down their petals as they enjoyed every touch.
The wind was an experienced lover.
DANCING IN THE RAIN…
This all happened yesterday. Today the clouds are covering up the blue dancing floor, offering the beauties a refreshing shower after the passionate exercises.
The poppies are still dancing. Some of them dressed in their fragile pleaded skirts, others simply wearing a white veil like a bride, while a few boldly enjoy the stimulating shower nude and exposed.