The Billowing Cloud Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

A young lad studied the billowing cloud
Like a sculptured marshmallow in the sky
Giant pillowed fluff, imagine the puff
'Magic! ' the boy said to himself, aloud
A giant toadstool rising from the grass
Dreadful overtones; he remained unbowed
Chill bumps rising up on the young lad's arms.
Never before his senses had allowed
Such a billowed mountain of cumulus
Imagine the puff, giant pillowed fluff
Raining on earth such devastating shroud.