Oh dark and moody clouds,
Hanging heavy in a burdened sky,
Winds darting across the sand,
Pushing hair across my face.

What splendor in the dark and light
of these floating wonders,
How they turn my face skyward
as my awe is stirred from sleep.

The blanket of clouds is whipped away
Oh my! What a clear blue!
And over my shoulder I see rain fall
on the horizon.

A cyclist on his broad-tired bike,
A small pack of excited dogs,
Gulls soaring and playing in the updrafts,
and people…faces alive with wonder.

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