Sky cry!!

No birds in the sky, the winds very still,
I see the fading sun over the dry hill.
The darkness taking over and silence killing,
Waiting for the moon to come out shinning.
The clouds mingle and a stroke of lightning,
The tumult in the sky on the rising!
I walk home as the sky weeps,
The farmer dreaming of what he reaps.
The child spatters along as it downpours,
Curled in their nests the birds grieve as the cloud roars!
The trees smile down at me as I stroll by,
They seem to stretch for more to the sky!
Happy and hoping that the rain god never leaves,
He’s pleased it seems, and to show it he weeps!!!