When clouds gather round
They float lighter than air
Seemingly not bound
All lingering with no care
Windstorms may come and go
Scrambling their vast ranks
They laugh at the ground below
Grinning at rocks and riverbanks
The wind plays its game out
Isolating some out there
They look inside in doubt
Turning darker from nowhere
Finding refuge in themselves
Keeping to their own centers
Weight breaking their shelves
They rain down on shelters
Looking up, looking down
The laughing becomes sore
Unable even to frown
They are floating no more