When it rains
The cloud with their shapely faces
Seldom hide, although grey

Within the sky, thunder bursts fearless
Carrying clouds back to the earth
Bringing passers to hutted places, leaving merchants penniless

Afraid of being drenched
And judging others
Who seek shelter

Yet, in our innate sadness
Some of us tire of dreaming of better weather
Because our beaten shade is all we have