What starts as a white cloud suddenly turns grey/


As the moisture begins to build the cloud turns black within a few days/


But yet this cloud, like no other, is a bit stubborn/


Instead of releasing the built pressure the cloud keeps thickening as the days go on/


The pressure builds and stalls and builds and stalls/


Teasing the ground under, waiting for the cloud’s pride to fall/


At a point it seemed inevitable as suddenly a mass pressure arrived/


Yet somehow someway, the darkest of clouds keeps all of the rain inside/


The dark cloud just keeps getting darker wanting to become the white cloud again one day/


But to be on the verge of that white cloud again it must release that pressure in just one way/



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