It Pours

… it pours. The orange horizon embraced the sun tenderly The wind groaned in disgust Dashing into the swaying forest to put-up for the night Puffing clouds chased each other up the sky Screaming and flashing cruel rapiers Piercing the sky heartlessly in their rant All of a sudden The sky wept Tears of anger, Vented for ages And nothing was the same again that has been created.