The sky is full of ***** sheets.
Billows of cloud sails in the air.
Nature forgot to put the washing on.
Those clouds are really black.

True life mother.
Well, what a twerp.
Neglected to bring the last lot in.
Still drenched from days ago.

Doesn’t really matter much.
As, when mother brings it in.
It will be really clean.
A purging fit of fury rain and wind will clean it yet again.
Although the sky is grubby.
The breeze still really fresh!
(c) Livvi x