Cumulous

Cumulous On the sun-deck I saw two big clouds a man one and a female, they met kissed and the man cloud was transformed into a plucked chicken. Not that the female cloud fared better for behind her came huge troll cloud that absorbed her up its nostrils. In the world of clouds you never see the same formation twice, in this immaterial ever changing world; it is as the saying goes: You can´t cross the same river twice. Now a massive dark cloud erased the picture, and as I didn´t want a drab cloud hanging over me, I got up walked into the galley and had a mug of coffee, while the cook fried pork chops.