Agathokakological

There we lay,
In the shady patch of ground.
We watched the white puffs of clouds.
They churned in the sky to the rhythm of the wind.
We found Mother Nature molding them into shapes.
Myself, I could have looked on forever,
Letting my imagination soar.
But soon, it was gone.
The clouds began to dance to a new song.
Heavier and heavier they became,
Darkening the sky,
Threatening all things below.
The once whimsical shapes conjoined.
Then came the rumbles, and flashes of light.
The shapes cried to the ground,
Offering their last to all things below.
As we came indoors for shelter,
I looked to the sky once more.
I couldn't help but be amazed by the indomitable force,
And the superior power
Of Mother Nature's agathokakological force.