Beauty Passing By

I gaze out my window at the clouds drifting by As they make their way slowly across the sky. I marvel at the shapes my mind can see; my vivid imagination runs wild and free. Their beauty lies in their ever changing shapes like a kaleidoscope whirling in my mind’s landscape. At times the puffy clouds will turn dark and grey; Storm winds will blow and it will rain all day. The lightning will strike and thunder will crash; Rivers overflow their banks in a flash. When the storm subsides and the sky turns bright, the clouds will return to their puffy white. I watch out the window as they pass down the lane. Women, like clouds, leave an image on my brain. They are stormy at times and will change with the breeze; they pique my imagination and give my passion a tease. They are both beautiful and delicate and that is why I gaze out my window as they both pass by.