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.