Sunday, January 29, 2017

the dark clouds over the mountain


The dark clouds over the mountain range
The gathering wind silently breezing along
The trees leaves rustling with the silent protest
Though it likes the caressing touches

The light thunder in the sky
There is no rain to fall
It's only the rumbling of the dustbin man
Running his dustbin with his motorbike

The wind stop for a while
Maybe taking a break
In the distance the light thunder rolls
The roosters never cock-a-doodle doo

Now the soft wind blowing
The leaves dancing with it
The dark clouds spreading in the sky
Thinking of rain but it is work in progress

The roosters by now will crow
Maybe the owner woks it in slow fire
There is no roosters at the back-lane
There are cats walking by looking for food

The dark clouds gather over the mountain range
Thinking of rain but it hasn't from the sky
The gathering wind silently breezing along
The roosters never cock-a-doodle doo


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