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For those curious people... this poem is three petrarchan sonnets and an elizabethan sonnet mashed together. Poetry terminology...

White clouds of steam are rising from the ground,

A misted veil, a heated cloud of smoke,

The fumes of reeking sulfur make her choke,

She moves to leave but someone makes a sound;

She frowns and turns, back toward the steaming mound,

An eager smile; twinkling eyes and - poke!

She jumps and glares; he grins and runs for broke,

But both look back as water starts to pound.

Beneath their feet there is a rumbling din-

They pause, a little startled - quite surprised -

When streams of water flow - and out they pour;

But just the puny flows, so small, so thin -

How boring, so she says, how tinily sized,

Hold on - replies her friend - a little more.

I'm bored - You're usually patient - Not right now -

Just wait a bit - There's nothing going on -

It's tense - It's being lazy - Just withdrawn -

I'm not inclined to wait - Okay then ciao.

She waits a second hoping it'll go pow;

It's bubbling out, across the sandy lawn,

But still no blast; by now her patience's drawn-

She steps away - he laughs and lifts a brow:

It's coming! - Really? - Look! - She turns and frowns -

It's only steaming - No, just wait, look there! -

I don't see any - oh - she stops and gasps;

A blast goes up - then down - a shower of gowns -

The start; it spits and sputters, and blows, a flare -

Of water, flying up; the geyser rasps.

Beside, her friend looks up and through his mask,

He sees the water fly; he turns - he smirks,

She rolls her eyes and says - It has its perks;

It's awesome, don't you think? - Why do you ask?

Just want you to enjoy - Sounds like a task -

He laughs - I hate to show you stuff that irks -

It's fine - You're bored - It's nice- Whatever works,

For you - she looks back at the boiling flask;

The water rises swiftly into the air,

High up, a spurt of heated water soars,

Up toward the sky, unending streams do fly -

A vast explosion rocks the ground and ere

Its end, the basin's floor then opens its doors -

Out rush the mighty waters up so high.

She laughs - the sight is all delight - it excites;

The thousand gallons rushing toward the skies -

The crystalline droplets steaming in the heights,

It sparkles in the air, it stays and flies;

He grins - You like it, right? - she shakes her head.

But smiles still - he sees and knows she's pleased -

He's happy too - even with it unsaid -

She knows he cares even if she was teased;

But patience is the story of her life -

It's helped her make a friend who holds her dear,

Who help her deal with all her dismal strife;

It's rare but sometimes life brings vibrant cheer -

Much like the geyser, dormant for so long,

Then bursting forth with lively, vigorous song.