The sky is dark and stormy
I’m very lost for words.
The darkness makes it seem like
The sky is full of birds.
It’s really just the clouds there;
They cover up the sky.
Yet just like swooping sparrows
They float along up high.
The skies have burst and opened
Now drops are raining down.
And though they’re only water
I taste them and I frown.
Our air is quite polluted
The drops taste just like wee—
That poured down from the heavens—
That saturated me.
(This poem contains two stories. The second is read by reading only the even-numbered lines)