Stall: A Haiku Quartet

clouds glide in 
like a naval armada,
only to loiter.

the sky is gray,
but no rain comes --
just the threat.

the threat wears thin --
unheeded until
thunder cracks!

a man shakes his fist
at the dense clouds:
a torrent falls.

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