Grimly Forming

I looked out my window
The cloud was grimly forming
Waiting for the rain I saw
The one dark cloud forming
The soldiers paid no heed
I could hear their hollow laughter
Down the hill in pairs and threes
The Red Cross girls came after
Gypsies, drunken roaring
With their reddened sabres flying
In its tangled jungle mess
Her vat was softly crying
The beggars came through fine
But there was nobody by
I looked out my window
The cloud was grimly forming
Waiting for the rain I saw
The dark clouds forming
The soldiers paid no heed
I could hear their hollow laughter
And waiting for the rain
I saw the gypsies marching after