Puff of Gray

Among the array of brightly clouds Wafting among the none to blame, Slowly, hiding in gray of unknown A smallish intruder came Of this, befell a lone perception That dark puffs are blight, random oft, And I, being a mere passer-by Tossed that sight into mindless loft I walked a newer way than norm How e'er I walked, the puff kept stride, Why it chose me to follow Challenged every nook of mind Strange, that only I did notice That gray selected me as one, Perhaps,there is some connotation If so, I'll choose the sun