I bring fresh showers for the thristing flowers, From the seas and the streams, I bear light  shade for the leaves when laid, From my wings are shaken the dews that waken,The sweet buds everyone When rocked to rest on their mother"s breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain,That is what a cloud does.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

this is excellent describing a cloud,once read noone will ever look at cloud the same. This one really floored me,simple but really profound....I like pieces that really evoke emotion or really make you think, I hope you get this one a book!

fighter4life's picture

This poem is breathtaking, so much beautiful imagery and description.