It’s when some crazy Clouds plot together, some trouble to be made, a huge dark sinister one bellows to the little chaise white fluffy maid. Hey Gal, how about me giving you a puff, we can really do some weird stuff!
Innocently she floats to his side, he puffs up to cause her to admire, they join as one with lightning bolts flashing red and blue, revealing the fierce fire of their desire.
After their tumultuous joining her emotions run wild, I have become a monster reaping havoc on the land but her cries are in vain, and filled with despair, her stored tears are loosed and become a heavy rain.
Suddenly she is lifted from her misery, a Lark appears in the Meadow where the dew is vaporizing from the dawn’s rising Sun. Her little puffy white children she will see, on high they will rise towards the crystal blue Sky.
Great billows they will become, many will stare at the wonder of it and all the fun. And as a Rainbow suddenly appears with its multi colored hue, they deeply sigh.
This is very cool, Ken! I love the story very much especially how it started, like the idea of clouds 'puffing' haha. One more poem that overflows with your humor and creativity! You always nail the fun!