Clouds

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Wikipedia says "Clouds are a visible mass 

of water droplets  suspended in the atmosphere 

above the surface  of a planetary body."

Transporter of my dreams, 
you sail, white horses,
night-riding against an indigo sky,
shimmery veil effacing Sister Moon.

Like swans, you serenely swim
my summer sky,
or pile up thunderheads
before the lightning cracks,
the thunder rolls,
then you let loose 
that first sibilant hiss of rain,
accompanied by the metallic smell
rain only has at that moment,
taking me back to childhood
and my grandma's porch,
where we enjoyed 
the afternoon thunder's 
rolling roar.

You decorate my sky with beauty,
differently each day,
drawing my eyes
always upwards,
so as not to miss
the display.

When the moon is full,
I stand, small, 
admiring your curves,  
all shot with silver,
sky made mysterious
and beautiful,
moving, and alive,
resplendent
with your presence.

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My friends, 
sometimes we look out
of a small window,
and we think the gray clouds 
seem to cover
the whole sky.

Let's remember
to always choose
the biggest window
to see through-
the clouds are there,
but now we can see 
how many patches of blue
are up there, too.

for the Poetry Jam prompt: Clouds