The Drifting Rain and Sky

So light- so high the drifted sky, the way it thunders to the top. So weak- so weary across the sky the sun's shining lust will begin to stop. So thick- so wet across the sky the rain will platter to single drops. So loud- like symphony across the sky, the trees and leaves and winds will want to hop. So dark- so dreary- so harsh in the sky, a lightening a bolt comes thick and dry to the tree who stants to the fullest trunk. So light- so high is the newly drifted sky as the flashes soonly falls.