I see clouds,
painted onto the sky,
they look like hills,
I could walk over them,
if only,
they weren't,
mere water vapour,
standing liken to mountains,
with castles on top,
as the day changes,
the sun sets slowly,
the clouds hang static,
they're fully charged,
slowly filling with rain,
lashes of rain,
splashes of rain,
soon they will pile,
the sky electric,
waiting to prepare an overnight storm,
perhaps tomorrow,
maybe it won't be so warm.
(C) Livvi