Another side of clouds...

The dimming Sun;
the covering clouds;
The running nun;
the hiding prouds.
They come. They come.

The approaching shack;
the threatening glare.
The unblemished black;
the ripping snare.
They come. They come.

The godly fight;
the titian clash.
The situation tight.
Smaller vanquish flash.
They come. They come.

The thunderous sound;
the erected hair.
The frightful pound.
the pissing mare.
They come. They come.

The harsh gale,
the creaking oaks.
The people pale,
the palpable shocks.
They come. They come.

The crying child.
The frightened mother.
The fever mild,
the sleeping father.
They come. They come.

The raining fast;
The pelting harsh.
The seeds cast
turn into marsh.
They come. They come.

The waiting farmers;
the bathing boy.
The God's dreamers
in dancing joy.
They come. They come.

The umbrellas over,
the raincoats on.
Life stops never-
dusk or dawn.
They come. They come.

The parched farm;
the drought land-
Moved by charm.
Rains outside band.

The people wait
for another day,
when opens gate
clouds rain may.
They came, they came.
Never water came.