Outlook Cloudy: nephophobia
She feared, I fear, a lot of things,
And one she wished were not allowed,
No matter all the good it brings,
And that, of course, would be a cloud.
A single one would frighten her—
Yes, right inside her very core.
She wept; she couldn't even stir.
Her raven’s cry was “Nevermore!”
But clouds, of course, ignored her fear,
Continued bringing shade and rain.
And she got worse from year to year
Until a cloud moved in her brain.
And then, beclouded every day,
She feared no more those terrors old.
She very slowly slipped away
Into a world by clouds controlled.