An inconspicuous day like any other,
Partly notable for a glimmer of sun through greying clouds,
Observed as being pleasant,
By those that cared to notice.
But a storm was brewing upon the horizon,
Clouds began growing agitated and angry,
Seemingly envious of the Sun’s radiance,
So began engulfing and diminishing her light.
Those that hadn’t cared began to now notice,
They scurried and scuttled,
Fleeing the impending inevitability,
Finding shelter from what was to come.
Rage and fury threatened to consume the clouds,
Their anger rolling around the sky almost deafening,
As the sky itself turned from grey to black,
And the clouds began to weep at their unpopularity.