Clouds

On the blue field, above our heads, 
Lies sunlight on its cotton beds.

Some are gray some are white,
And some let through the sunlight
Together they form a dark blanket
And then comes a gush of wind like a  rapid,
A sudden flash of light,
Obscured by the clouds, on the height

Some roaring sounds,

Then the rain surrounds.

After a while, the clouds lift,

Letting the sunlight come in like mist.

The sun's rays like a child's laughter,

Lights up everything thereafter.