Anyone for Tennis?

The sky is angry with the earth

the clouds billow

in a bilious way,

their formations ominous

their greys tinged with green

like nothing that I’ve ever seen.

They look vengeful,

they look mean,

they’re banking in an awful way,

they look like they’re saving up

for the day of reckoning.

Their portents threatening

the apocalypse beckoning

with unfamiliar menace —

anyone for tennis?