Watching the skies

I do not see the sun. But the sky is filled with clouds a brilliant golden orange. The light plays hide and seek with itself as the clouds dance across the sky. A Kite rides the wind waiting for something, for it watches what goes on below but does not hesitate. The air smells like rain, yet not a drop has hit the ground. And as if in response to my realizing its nearing the peacocks begin to call from the rooftops around me. The traces of the sun are quickly fading leaving what seems to me a clear blue sky. My deceptive eyes watch the light clouds, layered so densely i cannot see beyond, as they pass overhead bringing towards me a much darker canopy, steady in its course. I have been told by an elder that it is not the dark clouds that bring rain. I hope they were wrong.