The clouds pursued an equilibrium of their own.
The jaundiced glow fell over the soft heads of innocent beings
not looking up.
It may have drawn more in, pulled more up
had the wind changed dramatically.
as if the dark atmosphere
and hot air
weren’t enough warning
persisting in taking shape across the glass bubble sky.
It was clear as day to those that study the signs that clouds make,
The ambiance made moody thoughts thunder through.
Painting by Konstatin Bogaevsky, (c. 1920's), Clouds, in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.
