Clouds Forming Poem by Natasha StubbsEnnis

Clouds forming,
Casting deep sharp
Efficient shadows,
Over the briny sea,
The sun goes out,
The open seas,
They cringe away in fear,
For nothing has been this big,
For nothing has been this way,
There is some kind of forgotten fear,
An absent pain waiting to come fourth,
But I don’t get it,
Why hasn’t it come?
Is nothing to be done?
The sea burning,
Boiling,
Bubbling,
The almighty has come,
He is giving us words of anger,
And we must obey is pleas,
For if we do not,
Bad things may happen.