| CLOUD The Dark Black Cloud Flying High as a Proud Going Down with the Wind Making Daylight agonizingly Dim. Black, Black, Black Dirty as a Devil Causing Fury in the Sky Daring birds to fly. Thundering the Thunders Flashing the Lights Flooding the Days and Terrorsing the Nights. Dirty the Black Cloud may be It still has a Silver line Promising ti the whole world Soon the Sun will Shine Rohin POEMS |