211. July 30th
Waiting for the cloud to clear,
Watching it roll towards us.
Wanting, wishing for it to go,
To go away from here.
The deadly mountain is consumed in cloud,
The many water particles hide it from view.
We see nothing but cloud,
There is nought but cloud in the road ahead.
The blue sky that we now see,
Tears the cloud apart in seconds.
It slices through like a cold wind through thin cloth,
The mountain has been cleared by a greater force.