They come in different shapes and sizes
Hurrying black clouds
That roam the broad streets of the sky
Like refugees in a foreign country
Black clouds
The glutton which swallowed up
The sun and the moon and the stars
But when these cowards hear
The ramblings of thunder
The orange flashes of lightening
And the whispering wind from the west
They crack open like palm kernels
And descend without stairs
As rainfall that feeds the greed of the earth.
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