#028 The clouds play...

9 a.m. Sunday morning

it still seems all gloomy and dark

as I peep outside the window

the clouds were at their stark..

They covered the whole sky

in all the shades of back and grey

the sun was hiding behind

but with no rays, who could say..

As if god only had a colour

and painted it all over

as if it could pour any second

while the clouds play in their cover..