Curtis Johnson Poet Couplet

Cloud Watchers

Old gold-fevered ones would say, "There's gold
in them there hills". Everyone had to pay the bills.

Farmers-a-plenty, in the fields of grain they plow,
must often say, "I hope there's water in them there clouds".

Sun shine and blue skies are welcomed by all;
Not to mention a rainbow after gentle waters fall. 

Observe all clouds white, light, and dark grey, but
the picturesque white clouds are prone to make one's day.

Any shade of grey speaks another language.
No color of cloud is possible to be managed,

but the darkest cloud is easily the most dangerous.
They are never friendly and usually make a lot of fuss.

Sometimes, it's a light show of heavy lightning here and yonder,
and often accompanied, like a musical duet, with roaring thunder.

There are friendly clouds that provide shade from the sun.
There are unfriendly clouds that tell you it's time to run.

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