The cotton clouds gather slowly just above me,
Having gala storm and fireworks at half past three,
Grey veiled granny clouds join the young and white,
Just hide the Matron Sun and her blooms out of sight.
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Beautiful description of a storm from beginning to its full expression.
How sad life is for some in the third world, so well written here.
You can play with words(as you can do it with your own emotion) so nicely that your poem becomes awesome.
the storm in the sky, and the storms in people's lives... you paint this picture well!