Unseen clouds
race across the fields
their shadowy wisps
darken the skies.
Quickly colliding
bubbling, brewing
foaming, frothing
their sombre countenances
quiver with unshed anticipation.
Rolling, roiling, they rumble
silvering shards sparkle
heeding the silent pleas
of the
Unquenched
Earth.
intotheindigo 
Now, this is beautiful.