Clouds

Sometimes I feel like a cloud
Just quietly floating by
Distant and unnoticed
Occasionally catching an eye
There are sudden strong inflows
Between the cold and the warm
Building, flashing and thundering
For a moment an explosive storm
Then the energy is all released
No more in an excited state
Quickly again forgotten
To disappear and dissipate

Sometime just like the clouds
In search of the rare inflow
A chance to feel alive
And for a moment to show
Usually just slow in building
A new drop here and there
Just quietly floating by
In a land seemingly unaware
Compliments are few at best
Never personal just for work I do
Pouring all I have with purpose
Then fading off in the blue

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