Clouds

How does one look upon features as flawless as God’s clouds’ paintings and kno you cannot begin to scratch the surface of a minutes to rising storm or possible perfectly peaceful sunny day. His brows furrow… he draws in… I move closer and am like the wind… clouds can disapate and scatter or bunch n thunder but @least their always nice to look at. Sometimes when we’re flying I can even get in yhe middle n touch their moist belly… those are my favorite weather days. Guess I better go back now for I get caught in a possible rain… lateron.

~ by lostwidow on 2013/06/29.