Clouds

Clouds covering the sky like a blanket,
trees just covering the bases of the clouds.
The wind is howling, making a racket
Those tiny particles screaming aloud.
Grayness completely veils the stretched sky
Birds flying through the clouds will not be dry.

The clouds are floating mindlessly along.
Their vast emptiness is harmless to birds.
Dark clouds hold their weapons ready for war.
Wind prepares melodies to sing their song.
Little particles have no need for words.
Dark gloom prepares what they have in store.

The damp air is hot and full of moisture.
The darkening sky is down to nature.
The sky has darkened down to a pitch black.
Blue is peeping trying to get on track.
The dark black clouds hang ominously low.
These beings could not even create snow