Stall: A Haiku Quartet Posted on June 11, 2025 by B Gourley 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. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related