thoughts, makes me look to the sky,

clouds masking most of the view

as if they were a sign, like "MEN AT WORK"

may be fixing or creating something new

 

They leave no choice, for a quick peek

A moving cover, or a floating geek,

Liar, future teller or simply a meek

Thinking of possibilities, makes me freak!

 

laddering up, to the sky

Imaginary visions, expected at sight

spaceships, aliens speeding by

Stars are brighter, in broad day light

 

What clouds don’t show, are really the cries

the moments, Angels fall of from the skies

failing too many times, every year

Showers really, are their tear..

 

Earthly mud gets, its kiss of rain

seeds and faith, fruit chemistry

Nature fools us mostly, while clouds clear

what clouds don’t show, is rainbow’s mystery!