cumulus clouds slowly rising,
drifting in from over the Channel.
They are as snow-covered mountains,
thunder groans like a far off bomb.
A rainbow which arcs above the South Wales coast
fades and then disappears as if a ghost
as seagulls shriek warning of storms
with rain which may turn into hail.
The dark clouds peer down on our little boxes
where we consider ourselves important
though as transient as mornng dew
but the huge cumulus clouds which tower
have a glorious, frightening power.