Cyrena's+free+verse+poem_12

Clouds Slowly moving like rowboats in water. BOOM! Thunder cracks from them in a stormy rage. Gray as smoke. White as snow. They go on forever not knowing where they go. They creep over cities and towns. No one knows where they go. Drip, Drip, Drip The rain comes down from them. They carry calmness, rage, and loudness