The Cloud
The vale was sunny and pleasant
As I hiked across the way,
Till a cloud appeared in the distance,
A juggernaut vast and grey.
No thunder or bolts of lightning,
No storm-driven gusts were planned,
Just a battleship slowly sailing
Over surrendered land.
The countryside lost importance
As the cloud enlarged on high,
A dark unashamed visitation
Filling the canvas of sky.
That all-enveloping giant
Conquered from west to east;
Where horizons lost former colour
Regions of shadow increased.
Despite the looming oppression
And lack of anything blue
I never sensed total foreboding
Yet smiled when the sun broke through.
And then the beams formed a heaven,
A reprieve had been allowed
And angels arrived in the darkness
Of a suddenly changing cloud.
©
The vale was sunny and pleasant
As I hiked across the way,
Till a cloud appeared in the distance,
A juggernaut vast and grey.
No thunder or bolts of lightning,
No storm-driven gusts were planned,
Just a battleship slowly sailing
Over surrendered land.
The countryside lost importance
As the cloud enlarged on high,
A dark unashamed visitation
Filling the canvas of sky.
That all-enveloping giant
Conquered from west to east;
Where horizons lost former colour
Regions of shadow increased.
Despite the looming oppression
And lack of anything blue
I never sensed total foreboding
Yet smiled when the sun broke through.
And then the beams formed a heaven,
A reprieve had been allowed
And angels arrived in the darkness
Of a suddenly changing cloud.
©




LOL, what a great contemporary take on John Betjeman's object of affection Frank 
The fictional characters Biz maybe, whose promiscuity is described, of course neither I nor any of my real friends being so implicated I hasten to declare.