Yet, the clouds, ever roaming, bring more; the bring with this day a bit of shadow to make doware, causing the sunlight to fight for it's spot on the land below, as the winds decide to listen to the clouds' plite.
Seeping and creeping across the sky they come, shadows covering the once bright landscape, chills carress the skin as a coldness is adding to the wind, gray foreboding clouds come ever closer,
In the distance, a grumble from the sky is heard, the wind carries a new scent: salty, of nature, a forwarning of the storm to come, who's on their way; and in the wind a new strengths is arrisen, forceful and blusterful.
Across the sky they come, like ocean waves of the incrotching tide, except these waves are dark, yet light, and drown out only the day's bright light.
As they come closer the sunlight loses ground, escaping to the east, as it sets in the west, giving into the force it fights, giving into the dark clouds over the horizin born.
A dullness has been set across the land, the day seems to be made gloomy and ill, casting a shadow of melocly things, but in this dullness, in this shadow and gloom, there is a beauty.
A beauty of the contrast which rests in the sky, of how the earnest sun shines still, on top of the dorwer clouds, outlining them in a radient light.
How the in the east the sky is still blue and bright, and how the west is shows signs of light too, the contrast of the present darkness against the ligh, the light behind us in the east and the light ahead of us in the west.
The contrast is the most beautiful thing that nature can provide, setting us in a spot were we scurry to seek shelter, but never seem to look up at what we run from, never to see how beautiful it is in it's contrasting nature.
Yes, the clouds do shadow and darken;yes, winds do bellow and blow; and yes, the lightening cracks and strikes; and all seems of ill means to doom us, but it is only natures way of adding contrast to life.