Sounds of Gray

I hear the low hum of gray As it moves across the sky Forming rain clouds up high As rumbling chants gather to darken the day Then a charcoal hue of thunder breaks the silence Rattling all other colors in its presence The sounds of tambourines play as raindrops fall As drumbeats of platinum echo off the wall Cymbals crash as silver raindrops increase A melody that is sure to shatter the peace As trombones join this symphony of grays While ash gray sounds of thunder play "taps" upon the day