I watched the clouds converge
white fluffy ones from the south east
dark gray and nasty ones from the north
they met in the sky above me

The wind began to blow its wintry breath
tumbleweeds were awakened from their nap
across the yard they began to run
the vent flap over the stove began to pop

The sun decided to hide from us
and the wind began to sing its song
the chickens went inside the coop
my mood went from good to melancholy

The rest of the day
was dark and gray
as if all hope was lost
and happy feelings blew away.