The clouds

Bang! Crackle!

Giant yellow zigzags light the sky like fire;

disastrous booms of thunder crash upon the innocent town!

The town that weeps;

sorrowful and broken.

A town that used to be happy, sunny and warm, too;

now only deserted.

Happily playing children only a faint, frail memory.

Now only silence, for that is all that stays.

In this sorrowful town where

big booms of thunder crash and buckets of rain spill      down

                                                                                                                                down

                                                                                                                                                                           down.

The clouds that live in pain.