Driving home today, I was amazed with the beauty of the rain clouds approaching the city. A pale, small blue cloud raced the larger ones to the forefront of the sky. The scene looked painted; I could not touch the beauty. I longed to be with the clouds in the sky.
surrounded by the wind
my hair dances around my face
eyes hidden in the wisps
are blurred within the white and blue rainbows
and wet the twisting, shivering occupant
whose skin laughs and tactically enjoys
My daughter arrived home after me after being caught in the rainstorm, exclaiming, "It was like being in a cloud."
"What did you say?"