Even the Cumulonimbus cry
As they etch across the Sky
Nobody knows why but
I,
Why those Cumulonimbus Cry.

Twirling Cathedrals
Of white and grey
Twist and spin around the bay
But once one teardrop falls
It’s hard to stop, if stop
At all.

Even the Cumulonimbus cry
As they etch across the Sky
Nobody knows why those clouds, they cry.


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My attempt at a sonnet. I guess it has meter (I think) because I speak it through and it flows really well. And it's 14 lines with a specific rhyme scheme.