The cloud has got its story
Sometimes it acts devil
At other it basks in glory
Black, it has heart so cruel
Splashes light to terrorize
As if its intention is real
White, it engulfs the sun
Let buds and birds to smile
Glows with hope as newly born
Brown, it makes feeble sound
Accompanying cool gusts it howls
Before becoming earth bound
Silver, it inflicts dullness
Against blue expanse of the sky
It travels smooth and fresh
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Every cloud has its story. You showed all colors of it nicely.