The Dark Atmosphere

The colour of the day
has been absorbed in its
entirety by the brooding mood
of a sky capped resolutely by
battered, dark clouds extruding
a dense, dark curtain of
unending rain. Forests
bristling with the black shapes
of trees bared for winter;
humped mountain silhouettes
in the dark atmosphere.
A howling wind bursts the neatly
drenching curtain spewing
a horizontal sea of conquest
over the land, cowering in
muddy acquiescence,
urgently placatory, attempting
conciliatory overtures, as
the battle of the rain titans
engulfs reasonable accommodation
and the world settles into a
state of miserable agony where
wind-blasted hurricane-gusts
of rain dance in the dark
atmosphere of wicked collusion.