Soft, white and fluffy in an azure sky,
Flitting about as the green hills roll by;
Even a gentle breeze can blow us miles,
And on a hot summer, bring out the smiles.

But seasons change, then we turn dark and grey,
Burst into a torrential rainy day;
Bump into each other, thunder about,
Flare into hot lightning, cause a blackout.

In blue grey we blanket the sky at times,
Forecasting change to colder climes;
Soon there would be fluttering snowflakes,
Or icy winds that would freeze up the lakes.

Dot the sky, blot the sun or sunset frame,
As many our forms that many our names;
Cirrus, Cirrostratus or Cumulus,
Cirrocumulus or Nimbostratus.