An overcast Afternoon

Sitting by the window as I watch the sky turn grey and savour the pristine purity of nature.

Stone grey clouds hung from the sky,
the look of a vindictive angel.
Embraced me in pensive sulks!
Its edges torn, an ice cold pace;
of what I learn the bygone's in disarray.

It swells and bursts into pit-a-pat notes:
Creating a magnificent poetry of its own,
Tickling the grass and caressing the earth,
Painting serenity over the graphite sky,
Enabling life to the widowed and wild blue yonder.

The chaotic drops danced around,
Sprinkling beauty to what it found,
A crystal clear mise-en-scène;
Which was once a note,now a song.

Author's Note

This is originally posted in my blog and also my facebook account. My blog link is in my bio. Please feel free to read and comment. I am open to constructive criticism.