Fatal clouds

Clouds make the sky beautiful, you make our lives miserable.

Have mercy, Kind sir.

You seem very calm,

But you are a bomb,

You pay, but don’t be this way,

It’ll be a fray, we are not prey.

You’re indispensable yet imposible.

You're a white peacock, we’re a chicken,

 So, please be concernant, don’t be persistent,we cannot recurrent.

Award us a conferment which will make us resurgent.

I know you’re superior, we’re inferior,

But understand our strain, it's not a complain,

I know it's insane but if you want to retain, do not reign.