Some Gnome Cloud Poem by Armadillo Poet

Lightnings, and it thunders

The gods delight by knowing
people beneath them cow

Yet they are baffled by the blunder
of a very wicked wonder
Who ignores their warning stripes
of white-iron cast as nets

She hails hail
Wears fine dresses in the rain
And flies a kite
Or would, were it not all so cliche

Dripping wet, she smiles wide
and stares unblinking - waiting for a
flash - hoping to see the elements
of earth spite a fluffed gnomon

Cackling
The sky lightens
And some balance is restored