Clouds
What starts as a white cloud suddenly turns grey/
As the moisture begins to build the cloud turns black within a few days/
But yet this cloud, like no other, is a bit stubborn/
Instead of releasing the built pressure the cloud keeps thickening as the days go on/
The pressure builds and stalls and builds and stalls/
Teasing the ground under, waiting for the cloud’s pride to fall/
At a point it seemed inevitable as suddenly a mass pressure arrived/
Yet somehow someway, the darkest of clouds keeps all of the rain inside/
The dark cloud just keeps getting darker wanting to become the white cloud again one day/
But to be on the verge of that white cloud again it must release that pressure in just one way/