Clouds are capricious. They dance,
Contorted in pain; tortured by the winds,
Pierced by the sun, acquiescent to the whims of nature.
They gang in omnipotent rage, forming behind your vision,
And glowering menace as a reminder of their power.
Then melt and vanish over the world's edge,
Leaving only warmth, and infinity.
Precipitating Ethan..
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