Silver Lining

From a nebulous black portentous mass Like layers of charcoal brushed on the sky Billowing towers in all shades of white Rise up like demons nearly five miles high Suffocating the majestic mountains And brooding over the boiling grey sea Speaking with forked tongue and a warning voice About the rain of fury we’ll soon see Oppressive air foretells of your coming You have no stealth with your bickering Synapses trigger within your dull head You have no stealth with your flickering Then comes the hard rain nourishing the earth Nature’s breast feeding all of nature’s birth ~ (Modern sonnet)