Those ominous clouds
loom heavy like night,
deep grey,
almost black.
Ready, waiting
to unleash a torrential attack.
A flood of every tear
the sky has amassed.
People scurry away
like fleeing rats.
The sky bulges down.
bags loaded, ready to split.
It sags until it's
just overhead, reach up and
you could touch it,
feel it's moisture
kissing fingertips,
like heaven is flooded,
and the sky
is starting to rip.
Cccrrrrraaaacccckkkk
Bbboooooooooooooooooommm.
Blinding light
pierces the gloom,
consuming
the softened moon.
Air rumbles with the pounding
march of a billion raindrops
all moving as one.
Sky army bangs
its war drum,
loudly,
The armies wait, standing proudly
Their time will be here soon.
Those on the streets
Panic stricken, swoop into motion,
limbs
pulling all directions,
a wavy human ocean.
A demonic ballet of confusion,
Contorted into a
warped dripping illusion.
A small trickle at first.
A scouting force,
surveying the lands,
shaping the terrain.
Then the heaving heavens
finally burst. The dam breaks loose
bringing the first drops of rain,
before the flood washes the
crumbling debris clean away.
Joining the onrushing onslaught
to shape our world
like it's made from
stretchy modelling clay.
Thanks for reading
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