Sonnet: The Cloud

Ye behold me, roaming in the blue sky! In numerous colors and shapes awhile; Driven by wind-power, The Cloud am I! Floating like fleeces for many a mile. The Rain, I bring to the thirsting earth-ball, Heralded by peels of thunder and light; I’m the cynosure of the skyline stall! The stars and moon dread me during the night. A pygmy cloud suffices moon to hide; Sometimes, I block the sun too at noon-time; Like skied a lion, I roar and I chide, Bringing thunder-squalls, rain-storms, gales sometime. I am the Cloud! If not for me the sky Would be an artless blank page for the eye.