Clouds rolling,
Rumbling forwards,
Thickly laden,
Soaked with black rain,
Unstoppable,
Even by the sun,
Growling softly,
Then stronger, building,
Until at last,
Unleashing its blades,
That cut the air,
And spear the weak ground,
Creatures below,
Insignificant,
Against the might,
Of a vengeful sky.