White Clouds

today eyes found white clouds reading a little hard monitor screen slightly remote prints a little blurred gathered a few teardrops vision felt the pang of strain it was then the mind drifted white clouds brought a rain! from now on sunshine would not all be that bright patch of crooked darkness would cry out for light a curtain would come on way block the color's shade things would no more look the way they are made! the lens would not capture what's finer for eyes beauties in smallness textures in disguise blueness of sky the raw greenness of grass would stale when looked through a pair of glass! today white clouds brought the first layer of film turned the nooks darker made daylight look dim gathered a few teardrops vision felt the pang of strain mind knew from now on life would not be same again!