Ode to clouds.

Ode to clouds.

You wander like fluffy cotton in the sky.
You have no destination.
when you become angry,
you start to roar and cry.

Sometimes you play hide and seek,
with the sun and the moon.
The wind carries you on his chariot
and reaches where he finds drought.

you cradle in the lap of the sky,
like a sucking baby.
Very often you thunder,
like an young warrior.

You are the usher of hope.
When you crown with lightning,
the hot,warm earth,
prevents his wrath.