Brooding Nimbus
Darkness loomed over the place,
Damp air hung like a shroud,
Crows cawed in the distance,
If ever you felt gloom, it was here,
You could almost reach out and touch it,
A cold mist cloaked everything,
Not a hint of colour to be seen,
The cobbled streets were deserted,
except for the shadowy fog,
Tendrils of vapours climbed around each house,
Ready to gobble you up,
if you dared to step out,
Humidity clung with vehement fierceness,
Black clouds darkled the evening sky,
Waiting to unload heavy showers,
Brooding nimbus
longing to cry...
The atmosphere was like a living breathing being,
Someone hiding in the moist shadows,
Sighing in stygian despondency,
Waiting to show its anger,
The calm before the storm...
Lightning cracked,
thunder rocked
the stillness,
Big, fat raindrops fell in steady downpour,
This was gonna be
a mighty thunderstorm...
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2023
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