There they float, low in the sky, rising up behemoth, ominous,

What dark promise do they bring, what do the tiny Earthlings fear so?

No fear in this instance, actually benign, before too long, bringing hope instead,

Prognosticate maybe follows rain, reign of drought perhaps closer to an end, ominous, pray it bodes well.

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