Brooding Nimbus

With the brooding nimbus clouds in the sky, It gets darker and darker with eerie silence in ears, the flash of lightning illuminates the dark skies, the sound of thunder fills the heart with fear. The nimbus clouds look so ominous, Darker it gets, louder it thunders, It changes its pattern every minute, Like the ever-changing thoughts in our minds. The brooding nimbus, an omen for rain, Spells its ominous magic with a sense of scorn. It broods and ponders, in somber reflection, Drenching the world in gloomy sensation. Each raindrop falling, a tear from its heart, A symphony of sorrow, a melancholy art. The land is drenched in its moody embrace, As nature weeps, and tears stain its face. In the gloom of brooding nimbus sky, There are rays of hope and cheers in hearts, People get much needed relief from blistering heat, The dormant seeds sprout into verdant plants. There is divinity in the clouds, nothing lasts forever, As they drift and rain, sun comes out, The rainbow appears on the horizon, The flowers bloom, birds and critters sing, and wind breeze feels nice.