Clouds

Crepuscular cumbersome clouds above, Curdled and coal-black, heavy with cold rain. Silence reigned below like a brooding dove. Peace lost seem it would not be found again To the discomfort of old ones in pain, With all the chill of winter, they complain. City fraught with fear, although no wind blew, Incessant rain starts, with no respite found Birds made their quick escape, away they flew To safer places where covers abound In cosy nooks, far from loud booming sound Of thunder and bright flash that hearts so wound. Raining without respite for eight long hours, Felt as if all life, had left normal time. Wind surging enough to show its powers, Nature decreed all had made a bad crime, Men feared their city was not worth a dime. As cold rain increased mingling all with slime. Morning came, relief winds blew clouds away, Men rose to clean the slime without delay.