Folds of mouldering
grey clouds enshroud a pale sky
like cold curdled whey.
Heaven holds its breath
then spits petulantly down
upon frowning Earth.
Swollen, sagging sky
that's filled with fat, congealed clouds
ready for the rain.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
Folds of mouldering
grey clouds enshroud a pale sky
like cold curdled whey.
Heaven holds its breath
then spits petulantly down
upon frowning Earth.
Swollen, sagging sky
that's filled with fat, congealed clouds
ready for the rain.
Inspired by #MadVerse prompt 'Bring The Rain'
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