From The Lab

Thunderclouds

The rumble is growing, building in strength,
And a darkening presence draws nearer,
The covered sun gives all shadows their length,
Distorting the objects in the mirror.
A downpour's coming, and not one of rain,
Taking certain steps to remain unknown,
In order to hide misery and bane
Before the caged bird realizes it's flown;
The grey doom divides and morphs once again,
Foretelling the ever-changing bad news,
Shifting with the breeze, with ease drifting in,
Silent as Fate, with her vague, somber clues.