Clouds are pictures in the sky
They stir the soul, they please the eye
They bless the thirsty earth with rain,
which nurtures life from cell to brain
But no! They're demons, dark and dire,
hurling hail, wind, flood, and fire
Killing, scarring, cruel masters
Of destruction and disasters
Clouds have such diversity-
Now blessed, now cursed,
the best, the worst
But where would life without them be?
by Vollie Cotton
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