Like nomads of the sky, they roam, restless.relentless.
Their shapes and colour forever changing.
Echoeing the mood of our souls.
Dark, light, optimistic, angry.
In a moment, magically transforming from a thunderous mass.
Into delicate streaks of red and grey.
Painting the sky as if it was alimitless canvas.
On a bright summers day by noon they have disappeared.