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The sun awoke with a greeting of gloom;
Something was going to happen soon.
The rooster crowed; the chickens had a chat.
But the dogs seemed gun shy while they sat.
Their eyebrows raised with great intensity
Knowing the clouds had an ominous propensity.
Every so often one dog gave a soft cry
The other dogs whined acknowledging why.

They laid in heaps, in dark, gray shadows, hiding from what might come;
A whimper, a soft howl follows, gives the quiet message to some.

To the west gray rolling fields tumble across the sky;
Making the majestic morning beauty fly.
"Away it goes!" howl the dogs,
"The half risen master of the sky fades!"
"Why must we face the sadness of the sky!" they whimper,
"What is the reason for their gathering cry!"

The clouds have finished their wondrous flight.
And now get ready to dance from morning till night.
The whistling songs they bring from up high.
While they look where the earth's creatures lie.
Carefully they move the winds whipping to and fro.
Trying to keep it from slapping, as a crashing foe.
Down the clouds shift, smoothing themselves together;
Making a blanket so sacred your eyes could gaze upon forever.

Then the clouds look upon the earth
Looking if the soil had signs of rebirth.
They notice, the beasts that walk survey them with fright;
But the creatures of the soil dance to the wind with exuberant delight.
They take the welcome from the creatures of soil,
And give them a gift they produce without toil.
The earth returns the gift of light with a shout of resound.
Making the storm feel profound.

Soon, clouds of the swift white and dangerous black fellowship with the blanket of gray.
The swirling gray doesn't send them back but dances joyously and gay.

Then the contest of the arts of dancing
Begin between the clouds who seem to be prancing.
The dangerous black funnels himself across the sky,
Letting off the horror that makes dogs cry.
Then the swift white takes a turn
Having more elegance than a queen could ever learn.
Finally, the gray sweeps everything away
Swirling and tumbling leaving things in disarray.
The creatures of the soil kneel before the clouds.
Then sounded a thunder that seemed too proud.

The thunder did not come from the air but inside the Earth:
Which did not have a hint of mirth.
Water burst out from springs a mile wide.
Water from the sky and from underground tides,
Covered the earth, killing everything that lived.
Displaying judgment that God hath gived.

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