Clouds

Clouds are taken for granted Part of the weather scene They come in white, or in black, Or something inbetween Chances are they’ll be around, Although the sun is out They’re always there, when it rains Of this there is no doubt Sometimes you see them hanging, So high up in the sky Wispy little icy ones Higher than birds can fly Clouds can carry destruction That farmers cannot stop Things like heavy wind and hail, Can wipe out all the crop If you see a dark and boiling one, Sitting low to the ground Stay alert and be cautious, A storm’s somewhere around Run like hell if you see it Take on a funnel shape If you don’t find some cover There may be no escape The clouds are always moving, Changing slow; sometimes fast You see different shapes in them, But they will never last Spend some time looking at them, Enjoy what’s given free Pictures by Mother Nature Are there for you to see