Floating on the Breeze

                  Floating on the breeze

Nimbus, Cirrus Cumulus Stratus, simple Clouds of the sky,

Floating above us, yet their final destination,remains unknown.

Perched on their high pedestal, as they, relentlessly float by,

Searching somewhere, anywhere, forced nowhere, to call home.

Propelled, like cotton disc by winds, covers of the sun, fillers of rain,

Wind guided destructive missiles, ready to target, their destined strike.

When grey, like the body, stressed and physically, exhaustion of pain,

Congested, neglected, defected, and ready to erupt, with all of their might.

Covers of blanket,, for our prairies and congested streets, down below,

Guardians of skies, is their nature, self appointed, sun opposed curtains.

Means of spectacular, as they place, their, (not one) but many man show,

Sunny to showers, unpredictable, one minute to the next, encore uncertain.

Playing pick-a-boo with the sun, then clouds of tears, you rain upon & share,

Corrupted entry you dare, thus turning days of minutes, into days of hours.

The rain, known to be your fame, a boast of powerful, your game we dare,

Unleashed on all, (their powers) on call, those devastated, eruptive (powers).

Pillows of soft, on days without rain, clouds like memories, they pass us by,

Reflectors, of the strategically, guided sun rays, collectors of liquids, galore.

Reasons of decision non-void, we enjoy your pleasure, without questions why,

So we’ll enjoy your time and the sun, as it shines, as we welcome you, to our door.

                                               Jim

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