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