Rolling masses of
Stride imperiously across the sky.
Gazing down upon the world proudly,
Silent, awaiting orders from on high.
Suddenly as if listening to a hidden cue,
Flashes of light spear through the gloom.
Each one painting the clouds’ dark hues,
Bathing the world in a flash of doom.
Seconds pass, an uneasy silence,
Threatening to break any moment.
And then, shattered by a thunderous cadence,
The clouds their furies vent.
Slowly the dark clouds progress anew,
As the winds gust impatiently behind,
Across a new patch of sky to darken the blue,
Leaving the world resigned.
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