Cloud Burst Poem by Sonny Rainshine

How many tints can a cloud contain;
And does it steal them from the sun?
What uncharted shades of gray
undulate amid this collision
of vapors and spray?

Stay here today with me
and witness the cloud burst
that races over the hills first
and then shrouds our little house
on the hill with curtains
of opaque fluidity.

Let our jubilation burst
and flow through us both
and into the air around us.
To the elements we will betroth
ourselves; thus
after the rain has passed
our gratitude will last
and all that color, all that drama
will warm our ordinary days
like the sun.