Through the transparent doors of the sorrowing skies,
The clouds will thunder like cats after mice.
They will first slowly crawl in a silenced disguise,
But then they will storm when the wind will arise.
Vividly raging over the highs,
Their wrath will never let them compromise.

Roaring with unimpeachable pain,
The clouds will cry out their tears of rain.
Letting nothing infest their domain,
By whistling their soulful catchy refrain.

The sun and the moon will bend in fear,
Before this majestic cloudy sphere,
For its might won't even God disregard,
And the Holy Spirit will obey and guard.

For the chaos and glory,
Comes the end of this story,
And the clouds will finally rest in peace.
Relieving the skies from their heavy burden,  
And gathering might for their next release.