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/