Dark Clouds Adrift

Dark Clouds can be capricious, ambivilent whisps of ether.

Dark Clouds adrift upon a sunlit horizon

 

Their black edges shining with brilliant silvers and golds

 

The Rains which whispered, thundered, and flashed with lightning

 

within their wispy folds

 

Refresh parched Earth and wet the lips of thirsty Pilgims and Lost Souls

 

Cleansing, Purifying waters brutally cold and nurturingly warm

 

Fall from the horizon's Dark Harbingers bringing both

 

Sustenance and possible harm

 

Such is the Nature of Clouds

 

Dark, shining, silver and gold

 

They are the Promise of things to come and Hopes to hold