Taking Clouds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Clouds spread lazily in a corner of the sky, awaiting a gust of wind or some silent movement of the atmosphere.
Suddenly, a jet comes streaking hundreds of miles an hour, hooking onto the edge of this cloud's skirt and spewing out a streak of white, matching it color for color.
Shooting out, taking the cloud seemingly with it into blue skies farther on.
Then, letting it go and flying into an invisible atmosphere.
Afterwards, the streak of the jet dripped down like icicles, hanging from eaves of an imaginary house in the sky.
Slowly, they fell silently into little hoops, over earth, then slowly vanished into thin air, leaving only the cloud with skirt flowing behind as it was slowly moved toward the east by an air current.