A Passing Cloud Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I see everyday A lone cloud that crosses From that spot into another one Looking for a thirsty land... I never hesitate to talk To that passing cloud Simply because I want to know What's going on... Clear skies never foretell about Coming rains... Umbrellas are often used When it's raining outside or When it's too hot... A farmer waits any clouds just To think about coming rains... Clouds pass quickly into Their destinations... ______________________________________________________________________