The clouds,
they gather on the horizon,
a recalcitrant lot,
and they bother the sun,
and it bothers them a lot,
and it is an unhappy marriage,
but both allow humans to live,
for from the elements that nurtured the Earth,
where life grew up,
and from up where it was brought,
in an eternal cycle upon the Earth,
it is a miracle that they coexist,
and if the weather did not,
the Earth would be barren,
and void of form like the moon,
like the moon,
and I know where I, would rather live.
