A Clouds Story
Drifting among the lazy deep Azure sky of blue.
I gather unto myself the misty morning dew.
Creating pillows of beautiful towering wonder.
Where kids and adults try to see animals as they ponder.
On a warm summer day a chill is brought in from the wind.
As the darkness changes my beauty, a beckoning storm begins.
A swift wind moves me eastward at a surprising fast clip.
Deadly lightning and thunder fearfully to the ground it hits.
I see my people run for cover and I start to cry with drops of rain.
Knowing that in my Nature I can be the bearer of great pain.
Alas, Gaia is nourished with my tears as I return to glory.
A vestige of a rainbow is painted across the sky to tell my story.
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