Baskadia

The dark cloud

Dark clouds loomed overhead, casting a shadow on the land below. The air was heavy with the promise of rain, As the wind whispered through the trees. The sky was a deep, ominous gray, And the sun was nowhere to be seen. It was a day of darkness and gloom, As if the world itself was in a state of doom. But even in the midst of the storm, There was a glimmer of hope in the form of a rainbow. It was a sign that even in the darkest of times.