From The Skybox Poem by richard ilnicki

Today, from the skybox
the clouds convene
merging the cumulonimbus lips of cottonmouths.
They gather courage in numbers
as they prepare to eat the sun.
While launching a pre-emptive strike
they attack omnipotence with the familiar rhythm
of the hobnailed clicking goosestep,

but they burn and blister
their arrogant puffed-up lips to the third degree.

With scorched tongues and hands held high
to cover their scarred faces,
they roar aloud with the cry of thunder
begging for a cold rain
to cool the passion of their chauvinistic presumption.