Five Passing Cloud Hai-Ku

Clouds pass by, silent, against cerulean sky... daring you to watch! Artists paint the sky, they say the clouds are easy... they come in all shapes! There was a rogue cloud, it came from the horizon... to share drops of hope! Clouds float overhead, they're waving their big white hands... and the odd smile! There comes a hard rain, to take my sister sorrow... and my brother pain! date: 3/2/23