Cloud Nine lived a life of fantasy, <br />Barely conceding the existence of Cloud Eight, <br />Who felt jealousy for Cloud Seven's <br />Silver lining, <br />Although it was saturnine. <br />Cloud Six lived a life in a daze, <br />Dozing in the sun's rays; <br />While Cloud Five held a bellyful of rain <br />That it wept onto <br />The arid plain. <br />Cloud Four came out of nowhere, <br />Hugging Cloud Three, <br />Making way, hurriedly, for Cloud Two, <br />Who shot lightning and thunder, <br />And like a magic trick <br />Became Cloud One. <br />The Great Funnel Cloud, <br />Who left nothing after its short reign <br />But a painful memory and a swollen path to be filled with regrets.<br /><br />Stan Petrovich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-by-number/
