And rainclouds come to assail us
Black bruises upon a cerulean skin Now is a grey assault of moisture
And always it ends in teary gloom
Leaden droplets of solidified vapours
That fall like a longing from above
Unto all the gentle sheep and lambs
Grazing swift upon the grassy fields
Lanolin washes into fractured pasture
To soothe and soften the eager earth