Brooding Nimbus

BROODING NIMBUS I am not just an ordinary cloud Dark and menacing all in grey A harbinger of storm and rain Ready to fulfil my destiny again Snow will fall, as it must obey Blanketing Earth like a shroud But I do prefer the other image As a halo that surrounds a saint An light emanation for a deity And an example of spontaneity Inspiration of a picture to paint Maybe make a holy pilgrimage But a brooding nimbus, I’m not A bowling ball with no fingerholes Maybe hovering in a dim-lit sky But rain is not me starting to cry I can assume a variety of roles But always when cold, never hot