The Nature

Cloud gathering in the sky Blown by wind it darts so high Layer by layer it darts so high What a fun to air ride. The sky is stamped deep black The sun is held under its trap. No light comes, the earth is dark. We seldom find a singing lark. It rains, it flashes and it thunders It rolls over the sky, how? One wonders. Some wait for the downpour to stop Some get wet, some to safety hop. Some like the rain, some fear it most For many it is joy, for some it is not. Yet it drenches the parched earth It is elixir for all providing mirth. Cloud now does not cover the sky The rainy season has gone by And winter casts it spell on all We find nights long and days small. By Jay-en