Color Us Clouds Poem by Ima Ryma

We are the clouds up in the sky,
Sometimes a few, sometimes a lot.
We're weather's way, we're not sure why.
Maybe it's magic, maybe not.
When packed together and all gray,
It means we're full of moisture and
From us all rain or snow we'll spray.
Again, why we don't understand.
Sometimes after we have dropped all
The moisture in us, before we
Depart, Mom Nature makes the call
For a colorful show to be.

Mom Nature oft gives all a plus
When she bounces rainbows off us.