A warm field thriving with colours of every kind stays alive with rain and sunshine
The arrival of clouds is a sign of nourishment
The clouds linger and they stay causing the land to drown and decay
The colours of grass, oaks, and elms that once painted the land flourished and then blackened to dust
A mere storm becomes everlasting torment
The showers pelt the land while the  sun hides behind the grey eclipse
What was before is only a dream
The dampened souls in this storm have no escape
What they used to cherish are now desires that exist in memories
While sinking with all that is left they beckon the sky for their last breath