That Beautiful Storm Cloud Blue

When rolling white clouds grow dark,

And no one ventures to the park,

The sky is with its shade marked,

That beautiful storm cloud blue

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In the calm before the storm,

When dark skies begin to form,

Comes that hue out of the norm,

That beautiful storm cloud blue

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That color is hard to name,

Almost blue but not the same,

Yet with its greenish- gray fame,

That beautiful storm cloud blue

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Following the heat of day,

Comes the cool wind on its way,

Only God can hold at bay,

That beautiful storm cloud blue

 

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The soft and dewy smell,

Of far away rain that fell,

Of rain soon to come tell,

That beautiful storm cloud blue

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A soft distant rumble sounds,

Coming in more frequent rounds,

Soon rain upon the roof pounds,

That beautiful storm cloud blue

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Rain, lightning, thunder, hail;

Quite a show beneath its veil,

Such wonders in this great gale,

That beautiful storm cloud blue

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The storm has dissipated,

Its visit long awaited,

Another storm’s anticipated,

That beautiful storm cloud blue

Poem copyright Sara J. Bruegel, 2011. Used with Permission.

Read about the “Crepuscular rays” in the picture above here