Moving still pictures of
Gloomy clouds
Ever taking shape and deforming yet again;

Giant streaks of light flashing across the brooding sky
As the clash of two giant swords,
Heralding the drums of battle
Beating like the rumblings of the Empty stomach of an hungry god in The heavens above;

Fine envelopes of whispering winds
Brushing across the land,
engaging the leaves in a melodious dance.

Gloom approaches
The rabbits scamper to their burrows
The birds to their nests.
Oh you man, hasten to your shelters,
Or gird yourself with a shield of cheap impermeable cloth above your head;

For The sky weeps,
Caged up for a month of sundays.
Here comes It's sweet smelling tears
Of cold little rolled up droplets,
beating across the rooftops in anger
Of puny Man's domain.
It's a roaring shower
Here comes the season of rain.

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