Cloud Watching


The air touches my face,

And I smile.

I love the fresh scent of

Rain after it has dried,

And there is nothing left but

The happy sun glistening in the sky.

I sit back and watch the clouds float by

One by one,

And I imagine what they could be.

Each cloud carries a different shape.

I often wonder as they float by

If I could be a cloud passing by.

I think it would be quite nice.



April 9, 2014

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