Will the clouds speak?

Darkening the visible sky,

A blemish on a beauty's cheeks,

Speaking on an impending event turning sour,

A mass of dust particles?

Or a mirror reflecting Earth feeling so down,

Weighed down by human habitation.

The atmosphere painting itself dark

But not pouring down,

To the heartening of the troubled soul.

The wind seemed to speak to those on soil,

‘The clouds would showdown indeed',

Stood still the plants and the trees,

Waiting for the clouds to speak,

Yes, the sudden thunder seemed to

Shake the Earth from her deep silence!

The silence that was bearing the beings;

And stood still the beings, waiting,

For the clouds speak, to display its emotions,

‘cause there they find the bread of life.

Unaware of the impending risks,

With their conscience holding no guilt, they waited;

Waited with unabated faith!