Chinese Dragon Storm Cloud

The Chinese dragon was filling up the sky I stared as he travelled, faster than most clouds He bumped into a lamb and a frog; they scooted. Grayer now, he makes a viable storm cloud I marvel at his swiftness to getting somewhere His ability to change the dynamics of the sky He is recruiting other clouds now, He has turned them into a flying gray circus tent Within ten minutes, the sky is deepening her darkness. I search for my umbrella, anticipating the rain we need Alas, the clouds move to the west, giving another state rain. I am left with a blue sky, thinking of the Chinese dragon.