Clouds Being Watched Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching storm clouds rain down upon earth, wetting the
ground and everything on it's surface.

Loving to see the dry desert dirt turn into precious
dark mud all over.

It's perfect for children to play with, making mud
pies and cakes - boys putting it on their faces to play
at being soldiers.

Creatively being used by children throughout our history
yet it has it's place in our society.

Rain pelting down upon trees, pressing upon the leaves
as they hold on to their branches for dear life.

Clouds floating nonchalantly across the sky, acting so
innocently, yet looking slyly out of the corners of
their eyes.

Laughing interiorly at their rebellion over nature,
enjoying their freedom and sense of humor.