Afternoon Thundercloud

There is this thundercloud At my gate Around every afternoon Threatening to rain With rumbling abdominal pain Is he very close? Nay, he is far away Loosening himself On the balding pate Of a hill far far away This guy has the freedom To move fast over my lonely home In a downpour of deluge During my afternoon interlude Of lazy slumber and broken thoughts Flow rivers of craziness On my soul's unsettled surface Thank you cloud Move forward My aridness awaits Your enveloping embrace Waste not this afternoon Let us incubate soon Dreams and poesy presided by a beaming moon Wandering over mind's receding plains