Troposphere.  9.10.15

I wish you were a cloud.

So beautiful as they do nothing I could lay for hours and appreciate

Both science and art they transform so gracefully into whatever my imagination need them to be

Whatever the season no matter the company, they remain steady.

On the days when they plaster a multi colored sky with a sunset that will take your breath away

If they are grey and it seems they are crying for reasons that shouldn’t be, they still cleanse everything around them

When a rainbow goes through them they just fortify it with silver lining

I wish I was a cloud

Clouds don’t care who stare