Like Ominous Foreign Flying Objects Poem by Gert Strydom

Like ominous foreign flying objects
the black and grey clouds do come
with strange shapes
before they do become a solid mass
that cuts off the sun
and here and there do flash down with lightning-bolts
and they do bring a biting chill

and I see hail and later rain
falling untimely in this winter
and that which had not died from the black frost
has now been hit to tatters
before a strong wind does start blowing
and the mass of clouds do disappear
as if they were only my imagination.