Clouds

Dark night might snatch 

A knight from matchbox;

The ark, what an art 

To peer cumulonimbus clouds 

Hovering around, shouting so loud 

Like revving a bus, shooting

Thunderstorms like bullets, 

Under thorns of lightning's horns

Oh, clouds why are you

Slouching over us? And 

Why are you so surly? 

Have we done anything wrong?

One thing we do is to slide with

The wave, but, you're harsh? 

Why don't you hush? 

Clouds clock is ticking whilst

You tick locking us in austere.