On cloudy days you see me,
Crawling across the once blue sky.
I can travel everywhere I please,
Except for places under my invisible floor.
The Sun is my brother,
Although he is high out of my reach.
I may be any color,
Between happy white,
Or deadly black.
I may not be friendly all the time.
When I'm angry I BOOM with rage,
And light up the sky with my flashes of irritation.
Yet when I feel calm,
I am puffs of cotton that take many shapes.
When my brother comes down to my location,
And replaces his with a friend,
I may be there,
And yet I may not.
Above my head,
A million tiny flashes flicker in a dance,
Depending on the light you give,
They are there if you look hard enough,
They might be past my dark silhouette.
But Remember,
I always have a silver lining.
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I am the Cloud
Submitted by Naredhyl on June 23rd, 2012
