Enjoy the sun when you can. I don't believe anything occurs by accident. Cloud gazing may have some effect but certainly reduced.
But who knows? If you feel drawn to cloud gazing:

Poetry of Cloud Gazing

Cloud Pictures

By: Kate Louise Brown

Sailing off together

In the pleasant weather

See the cloud ships move along

Lightly as a feather.



Now they turn to horses

Prancing in their courses.

Then there comes a captain strong

Marching with his forces.



Baby lambs are sunning,

Fleecy white and cunning;

But the shepherd drives them on,

See how fast they're running!





Clouds

By: Anon

Clouds,

driven by an invisible force,

they emerge out of nothing,

transform into fantastic forms of bewildering beauty,

an infinite mixture of shades and shapes.

A never ending picture.

Illusion and reality melting together.



There was only a flash.

Then a vague contour, some undefined shades.

As time passed by, shades become shapes, contours became more defined.

Still more time needed to pass to see more clearly.

Everything started to fit, like a puzzle, started to grow, slowly but surely.



One evening in November she was there.

She apparently emerged out of nothing

All that time, she has been waiting for this ultimate moment.

She no longer belongs to the realms of fantasy and imagination.

She has become reality.

She does not know what the future will bring her but she knows one thing.

She is here to stay what ever happens.





Clouds

By: Valencia Whitlow

Lazy afternoons we gaze.

Clear blue skies, bright sunny days.



"Art pieces in the sky" she cried, as masterpieces floated by.



Choo-choo trains, teddy bears, lollipops and pies,

all visible by afternoon gazers

with bellies to the skies.



Jet stream leaves it mark across the outline of smiling faces.

While the blimp passes by and wipes out the ant and all his traces.



The day moon poses as the star at the top of the white tree.

The running man approaches, but is seen only by me.



Boats set sale, whales coast by. Big eared dogs

seem to fly.



Lazy afternoons we gaze.

Clear blue skies, bright sunny days





Cloud Pictures

BY: Christine Bruun

On summer days it's fun to sit

Beside a tree or under it,

And watch the clouds go drifting by,

Making pictures in the sky.

Once I saw a pirate ship.

The flag was flying high on it.

A rocket blasted off for Mars,

And race car drivers raced their cars.

A wicked witch flew over head.

Her broom and black cat gave me dread.

Seals and bears came into sight.

As cloud zoos float, a great delight!

A circus too, clowns and more!

From fluffy clouds that dip and soar,

On summer days as I sit by,

Under trees, and watch the sky.

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