The cloud got off the bus, black and heavy
with rumbles already rippling across it.
It had started out light, peaceful cotton,
but was soon forced to drift into a haze of vapour.
Words began to weigh it down
and the darkness spread as lightning grew in its belly.
When finally it stepped through the threshold to home,
the crackles broke out and kicked down the flood gates,
roaring all the while.
After, free of all it’d carried,
it settled into a cosy nook of sky
next to the sun’s evening rays,
not a touch of storm in its makeup.
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