The Cloud

Last cloud of a storm that is scattered and over,
Alone in the skies of bright azure you hover,
Alone with sad shadows you float on your way,
Alone you throw gloom on the joy of the day.

By you all the heaven was lately confounded,
You were with the hideous lightning surrounded,
You rang the mysterious thunderclap out,
You rained on the earth that was thirsting in drought.

Enough, and begone! Tis no time for your power.
The earth is refreshed now, and finished the shower;
And the breeze that caresses the leaves as it flies
Will chase you away from the quieted skies.