The wonder and beauty of Clouds

Wordsworth saw a lonely cloud
But one rarely sees 'one'
They float by in random groups
Sometimes even cover the Sun

Balls of cotton strewn around
Floating gently in the sky
Or pushed by a sweeping gale
Scatter, stumble and speed by

Dark and ominous all-engulfing
Oft their fury knows no bound
Rolling ,raging ,rumbling, roaring
Fearsome show of light and sound

Givers of shadow, mist and rain
Gently passing , calm or loud
We just wonder, gaze and love at
Your myriad manifestations Cloud