Dark clouds gathering, covering up the evening sky in a
cloak of darkest gray.
Putting upon earth, a dreary countenance, dampening the
atmosphere, making it sticky with perspiration, hiding
beneath it's cloak of darkness.
Flashing through blackness, every once in a while, the
blue sky winks it's one little eye before it's covered
up again.
Soon the rains will come, after night falls, splashingly
silent upon us all.
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