Cloudy Skies Poem by Cowboy Ron Williams

Some may not like a cloudy sky,
but I could never figure why.
A cloud is not a sign of pain;
instead a harbinger of rain.

The sun beats down upon the earth;
it starts the moment of your birth,
and never stops until you die;
so smile at clouds; you mustn't cry.

Those clouds are there to give you shade;
without them, nothing good is made.
These are some truths that I have learned;
without those clouds, we'd all be burned.