Life takes strange gray hues: all
is bathed in heavy, thick, and somber now
beneath clouds towering as mountains, housing
water abundant as deep lakes, water gathered in masses
from distant reaches of the seas, sucked skyward
in mist and invisible droves, looming now,
sunken low and heavy, thunderheads
hammer thirty thousand feet tall, above,
awash in brilliant sun: Power
suspended over heads.
Rain is coming.