CLOUDS 

                                            Carriers of rain,
                              majestic in framing the Heavens;
                                      showing colors of light
                                      in the Sun's daily flight.

                             Soft, white as feathers, floating.
                       Angry, churniong, dark portents of storm.
                       Not ruled by time, terrible fury from calm,
                        when the Ruler of the Universe speaks.

                                    As companion of dreams, 
                               midst night, with Moon's glow,
                  Somber, purple mountains gray seas in the sky.
                    Then, from dreams of night, is born the day.

                                     When called into Heaven,
                                      will you carpet out path,
                           your shade cool us, refresh us with rain.
                  Will we dwell in your softness, safe and secure,
                              together with our Lord once again.