Clouds

The clouds blanketed the morning sky,

Hiding the sun from my eye.

The thunderhead, so dark and grey,

I knew it would be a rainy day.

Nebulous and cumulous swarmed around,

There was no blue sky to be found.

A rainy mist began to fall,

I stayed inside to avoid it all.

Maybe later I’ll go outside,

When the sun no longer hides.

I’d rather see a sky of blue,

Only marred by a puff or two.

Fluffy clouds billowing by,

Take strange shapes to you and I.

But for now I’ll stay in and sleep,

A rainy day just counting sheep.