Poetry

Cloudy Skies – Poem

I used to think of rain when I saw clouds, just rain
Now I see beauty and perfection
As the clouds form creative shapes and glide in the skies up high
Time flies my gaze fixed to the skies in awe

You quench the earth from its thirst,
Sometimes, provide shed on hot sunny days
When it rains, the kids ask why you cry
I tell them it’s tears of joy, from the heavens above

Cirrus clouds are puffy like a cotton, sure sign of a nice day ahead
Cumulus clouds are fluffy and dense, the possibility of a rainy day
Stratus clouds blanket the skies, sure sign of rains
Nimbus clouds are dark and fierce, take cover because thunderstorms will follow

Sometimes I watch you race in the skies
Forming partnerships and build on the strength
Your beauty and perfection hide in the imperfect shapes
Truly, there is no imperfect cloud

©2020 Kevin Kinge All Rights Reserved
Photo by Billy Huynh on Unsplash

12 thoughts on “Cloudy Skies – Poem

  1. I have so much work to do, but all I’ve been doing is jumping from one post to the other of yours. You truly have me captivated by your way of writing. Like there are no imperfect clouds, there are no imperfect posts of yours.

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