There’s a hole in the sky

Where the light pokes through

Where white cotton clouds

Move softly, silently

Confusing the eye

Diffusing the view

 

Whilst in contradiction

The dark grey, the white and the black

Mix, match, meld and obscure

Everything within sight

 

Every now and then a snapshot

Reveals a pocket of the deepest blue

As if trying to escape

Attempting to overcome

 All that holds it back

 

In contrast the black 

An ominous spectre

Hangs on

Lurking and clinging

 Thunderous in its intent

 Threatening to release

Its battle hardened deluge

Before gliding, sliding, slinking off

At the beckoning of another night