Gray clouds i wonder
why you always thunder
the white are so serene
and beautify the scene
that to appreciate their beauty
is now a daily duty.
When clouds are white and gray
My thoughts go astray
I ponder and I wonder
Whether I’ll hear the thunder
Or whether the day will swelter
And I’ll need to seek some shelter
I see you scurrying by
As on my couch I lie
I wait for the heavy downpour
That’s surely lying in store
And Though you are dull or bright
You fill me with delight