The Cloud

"I bring fresh showers for the thirsty flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shades for the leaves when laid
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder...

"I am the daughter of earth and water,
And the nursling of the sky:
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores,
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain, when with never a stain,
The pavilion o f heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams,
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost form the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again."

-Shelley

One of the most cheerful, carefree of Shelley's poems, I felt like the cloud reflected well the weather here recently. The sky will let loose it's flood gates for a few days and then we'll have blue skies, only to have the clouds appear from nowhere! Ah well! I think Shelley's description of a cloud makes the heat, humidity and precipitation a bit more pleasant to bear!

Note: I promise this blog isn't going to become a weekly weather forecast, but as I come across things, I find it so difficult not to post immediately for fear of forgetting something!