Carrying dark clouds as a sheath underneath
Ready to burst at their seam
The ashen sky’s thunderous lightening
Pronounces a reflection of life’s impending theme

Warn it does of a punitive strike
For resisting to seek a safe shelter
Providence is guiding, heed its call
Rather than running helter-skelter

Seamless as seasonal changes occur
Transitions ought to follow suit
Stagnant waters gather moss
Little drift may lend to new channels en-route.

These aren’t just passing clouds
Pour they will to heart’s content
Lashing the fragile state of mind and
Sullying peace till its last remnants

Abort the wretched journey, long endured
In gloomy, damp, inclement climate
Pastures abound where sun shimmers
Just take that leap of faith, don’t procrastinate