The Sky Will Cry Poem by William Mowell

As the rain comes down
I hear the long lonesome sound
Of thunder cracking in the distance
And wind blowing on the fences

I watch the wind blow by
A bag flying in the sky
I see the lightning fall down
Followed by a familiar sound

Of thunder cracking in the distance
And the cat is growing tense
In a minute it will be done
As we start to see the sun

The clouds start to stray
And the sun comes out to stay
One turn, another twist
The sky mops up the mist

The sun mops up the sky
As the thunderstorm starts to die