The world slowly becomes grey <br /> Denying the clock which shows <br /> That it is the middle of the day <br /> Yet darkness continually grows. <br /> The clouds drift with increasing speed <br /> Though heavy and moisture-filled, <br /> As though they must proceed <br /> To prevent their burden from being spilled. <br /> But then the sky loosens its hold <br /> when full saturation it attains <br /> And huge torrents fall uncontrolled <br /> As finally the clouds yield and it rains.<br /><br />Jane Secor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-54/
