Diligent Clouds

Bits and pieces of the clouds cutting through the sharp rays of the sun, 

Moving their way swiftly towards their destined run.

Long sheets of white cottony balls laid across the Pacific ocean, 

Giving the planet a part of their potion.

Thunders and strokes are mere reflections of their presence,

The real grace lies in the act of their penance.

Showering their tears, they burn into fears of thunder. 

But as all endings are meant to have a happy climax, 

They merge into one other wombing the rainbow within.