Random Poetry

Cloud is She

 Like a cloud, she was soft and delicate.

However, she also could bring on the rain. 

Pouring out all of her love, in soft or hard showers.

She was graceful, drifting her way through the endless skies.

People only dreamed of being able to reach her.

For she was untouchable.

Unable to be reigned in, unable to be caught.

She loved the breeze, for it simply pushed her in numerous directions.

The warm, cascading rays of the sunlight, streaming through her.

She brought coverage to those who needed it. 

From the harsh heat.

And just as quickly as she came, 

She went.

However, she is not gone for too long.

She'll return on another day.