wispy clouds from the heavens above
moisture gathers like a flock
gently gathering each day
floating across the Sky’s
sometimes grey
others white and fluffy too
those heavenly shapes bring rain too
small puffy ones signify change
others carry on floating each day
but when they full and dark
hanging low over you
a storm may be coming
or snow may be due
a flock maybe gathering just for you
such beautiful shapes of moisture too
ride across the heavens a spectacular view
Beautiful….I love a storm
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