Clouds

Silent evaporative collection up high White touches the blue, the spectrums delight Your presence dictates the mood down below With oceans and trees respirations you grow Your gloom makes us weary and your absence brings praise Working nonstop, both nighttime and day Pillowy softness at first the pretense Hollow and void lightning a defense Surrounding our spaces wherever we go Sounding off loudly ions explode Beautiful violence, tranquil and serene Cumulonimbus electrostatic machines