Nature Poem:  Invasion of the Clouds

I'll tell you how, a perfect spring day,
with weather more characteristic of summer,
blue sky got overtook by gray,
which was quite a bummer.

Whilst I was sitting in the park
(although I'm not part of the birdwatching scene),
I think I saw a meadowlark,
at around five-fifteen.

Five-twenty-two, after noon.
The whirligig seeds spun faster and faster,
a subtle clue that the day would soon
end in disaster.

Five-thirty, I was still in the park,
watching how cottony seeds gently floated.
Everything turned disturbingly dark.
In the sky, something grey and bloated.

The thing was of gargantuan size,
shrouding everything beneath in its shade.
Only then did I realize
the clouds had begun to invade.

It got worse; by five-thirty-four,
the leaves, like maracas, were rattling away.
Then, the rain began to pour,
ruining the perfect spring day.