Contrast

The murky clouds came quickly,

Seeping into the fading light,

The sunset became overwhelmed,

And it gave in to the fight.

The distant gurgle and coo,

Of the approaching storm,

Flailing its arms here and there,

It took on its new form.

Yet no tears were shed,

As the sunlight breathed its last,

Because even in the greatest of storms,

The sun is still there with contrast.