Clouds are funny things.
They appear here, they appear there.
Some as dense as cotton,
Some as thin as air
The clouds are above us,
In both reality and in spirit.
From the dark, dreadful clouds,
To the nice and fluffy ones
The clouds above us
Move around us.
As they travel,
They carry the weather.
They change our lives.
They bring disaster,
But when they depart,
They leave us sunshine
From clouds all these fall:
Rain, snow,
And hail as big as golf balls.
