Peter Dome Poet Dramatic Verse

Moody Skies

Moody Skies.
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How I love dark foreboding moody skies
Thwart with tension as anger fumes
And  flapping  ominous raucous  crows
Caught by a rebellious gust precariously fly by  
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Thor hast not wielded his hammer yet
But the tension builds
The drama unfolding looks set
That clouds will burst and it will be wet
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The shrouding consuming dimming light
Paints everything a darker pallor
In subdued hues of grey as surrendering to night
The air slowly begins to chill
Carried by the bellowing breathe
And gradually begins to bite
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Better hopes for the morrow
Of vibrant unblemished skies
With a promise of sun smiling down
Void of clouds to cry.
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Peter Dome©2020.

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Gayle Rodd December 15, 2020 at 6:57 PM One can only welcome the sunshine after a dark and spooky night such as this! There's something foreboding, yet curious for me in these kinds of nights.

Darlene De Beaulieu December 2, 2020 at 3:42 PM Hello Peter, I do like this poem. The clouds cry because the sun is coming out to shine. enjoy your evening my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu December 4, 2020 at 10:53 AM Hello Peter Dome, thank you. I see it this way. Yes I am doing fine thank you. I hope the same for you. Be safe my friend. Enjoy your day my friend. Peter Dome December 2, 2020 at 3:55 PM Hi Darlene. I love what you said about the clouds crying. Hope you are ok my friend. thank you. stay safe.

Alexis Y. December 2, 2020 at 2:21 PM Hi Peter, You painted such a lovely scene with your skillful hands. The sky looks amazing! I enjoyed the view. Well done. Enjoy the rest of your day my friend:-) Alexis Peter Dome December 2, 2020 at 2:23 PM Bless you, alexis. how are you. thank you so much. Look forward to reading you.Take care. pete.

Beryl Edmonds December 2, 2020 at 1:19 PM Love this inspirational write Peter, it’s all part of the movie in the sky ever changing as time rolls on by... Regards Belle Peter Dome December 2, 2020 at 2:18 PM hi Belle. Hope you are well Thank you. I was coming home from shopping and I noticed the sky looked dark and moody.love your little poem there. thank you rake care. best wishes. Pete.

Connie Marcum Wong December 2, 2020 at 10:07 AM Thunder storms are thrilling I agree. I love the scent of petrichor after the rain. I enjoyed your poem expressing what to me is so delightful. Blessings xxoo Peter Dome December 2, 2020 at 2:21 PM Hi Connie, but not everyone appreciates such wonders., great to hear from you. hope you are ok. good to be back. thank you. Yes, I Love it after the rain. everything comes alive and as you say. smells great. take care. Pete.