Leaden rain clouds make their way across the sky
As if in a slow motion race with time itself
Sagging as if they were cotton balls fully soaked
Leaden rain clouds create ominous shapes
At war with themselves as lightning jets back and forth
Jumping from one pillow of moisture to the next
Leaden rain clouds stir up mother nature
As storms brew and the wind gusts in response
Harboring nature’s fury and poising to strike
Joshua's Musings 