Burnt Rainclouds

parched, burnt and cracking

chemical earth.

the rain came just as i did,

flooding my head with ideas.

like the atmosphere expressing mood

just about noon,

cloudspotting clouds of suspicion.

cloud tears wash away cloudy judgement,

from the dark threatening menace.

this all seems like rubbish,

be it alto or stratus,

that is until appears heaping cumulus,

flowering like vines on a lattice

dark as wisteria,

shaded just like the sea swimming  

pods of mereswine porpoise.

for a cloud is never just a cloud.

after the rain came the agitated dark waves,

from burnt rainclouds.

spotted was undulatus asperatus,

caught in the wake before an earthquake,

painted beautifully in the cloud atlas.