Bellum

I heard the clouds rumbling , the sky distraught and overcast. The good old Phoebus too frightened to fight the marching clouds. He hid himself somewhere yet streaks of his golden hair could be seen behind the retinue of clouds , through the cracks in them. Then , slowly, not a single strand of his golden hair could be spotted. The sky was weighing with clouds. Their army in a belligerent mood. They wanted to confront the earth, to beat it with their pouring.
The clouds burst and lightening shrieked and thus ordered its army to attack. It thundered It rained , it rained and the unarmed earth put down slain.
The gusty winds rustled through the trees , assaulted them. The poor ones shuddered in fear.
The clouds announced their victory with one loud deafening roar. I closed my ears as tightly as I could.

The sky couldn’t bear the torment anymore and at once commanded the clouds to cease fire. And, the clouds having drained their belligerence , retracted.

The old Phoebus came out slowly with diffident steps, replacing an obscure murky sky with a lucid blueness.
Phoebus smiled enchantingly .
His golden locks shimmered and a rainbow arched against the vault of the sky.