the gray cloud in the sky is pounding by
with a twitch,and a bolt, and a shrieking sound of cry
then with another it lets it out and the blast of anger and horror breaks throughthe cloud
with a burst of smell, a smell of freashness,
a smell of life,
a smell that makes you want to sleep in the whole night.
yes, it was that smell alright,the thing we have been waiting for this whole time.
the god has begun too shed the tears of his joy or the tears of his anger
the god has begun to show his feelings.
his tears will tell us what is to become of the life we have chosen .
all we have now are the tears,
the sky,
and the life.
untill the next gray cloud comes pounding by.