Speak the lightning.
Tear the Skies asunder.
Let the weak gape from down under.
The written clouds, ever heightening,
Your thunderous prose, ever tightening.
Those below read and hear the thunder.
Your power makes them wonder
If you are almighty or frightening.
Go now, with haste! Rewrite the rain!
Recreate the swaying gentillesse of
Raindrops with your soaring, rainbow-touched wings.
Point your ears and eyes towards their sentiments plain.
You have heard the joy of what your writing wings bring.
Writer of the skies, do not let written pride become your bane.
A very compelling poem, likening the control a weather pony like Rainbow Dash has with writing, establishing her as the author of the skies. The imagery was well-crafted, and I liked how it serves as a warning to Dash not to let her pride get the better of her. Very nice, Versulia.