Jagged Claws
Stealing light, Day had won,
grey clouds, evoke despair:
choking a waning sun.
A dullness dims the air,
as flower blossoms droop;
heads bowed as in prayer.
Bruised, indigo splotches
dapple diminished blues;
with dark purple blotches.
Flashing within the gloom,
lightning intensifies;
with a thunderous boom.
And its jagged claws scratch
the air high in the sky;
reaching for drops to snatch.
But its strikes are in vain,
for electric talons
cannot grasp drops of rain.
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