Clouds Poem by Paul Reed

Clouds
The rolling clouds gather overhead
Masking the sun from view
What strength those clouds must have
What integrity so true;
To change aspects from bright to bleak
To change the blue to grey
To swirl their cloak around the earth
And stand in daylight's way
What impenetrable cloth could man invent
To carry out such similar feat?
What sturdy but floating veil
Could rain and hail excrete?
Yet let the hopeful sun rays poke
Through such weighty and serious flesh
To banish the rule of darkness
To start the morn afresh;
What turbulent and glowering mass
Could be set around the world to roam?
To hold the sun's spears in it's hands
To thunder provide a home
Yet drift aimlessly over mountain top
Lie morose on invisible bed
Clasp damply indented coastlines
Betroth that rivers and streams are fed
So, gather clouds! and block the sun
Set free your wispy trails
Stand sullen and immovable
Or chase along the gales;
Be there to balance our hopes
To take with cheer the rain
For we know that soon you will relent
And wave through the sun again