Clouds in their gray mold eery still remained

laying heavy in the sky for long hours.

The passersby adjusted while it rained

travel slow impeded by soft showers.

Since the vortex, our weather speaks out loud,

sunshine of summer is left far away.

When souls awaken expect any cloud

shelters and swallows a sun shiny day.

How often the climate impacts our mind

deftly playing our hearts and eyes to swoon.

Enough to embed itself with unkind

Sheets of rain and swirls that surely monsoon.

We will welcome a starlit evening.

Twilight’s hope, sky streams foreshadowing.