A fluff of white,
I see in the sky.
I van mend you to different shapes,
Inside my head that is.
People see the cloud as a bringer of rain,
But I see you as a comfort for shade.
They see you as a way of making the sky grey,
But you are good to me.
So thinking clouds are boring is not right,
But they were here for a reason.
Why do you think they were here?