Poetry in the sky

Phenomenally the dark clouds are giving way to the blue skyPhilosophically the rain clouds are gatheringGathering to sing their rain songsGathering to provide the mother earth with their irresistible cold little drops While at homeAllow me to look through the windowWhile at the seaLet me look upFor there is poetry in the sky The mere sight of the dark rain clouds is awe-inspiringTheir movement when they inter-change positions is artisticLike a jealous husband,They shield the bright sun and the blue sky from public viewWith pure artistry,They proceed to shield the pretty moon and the shining stars when night comesThey are gathered, oh mama,To hold parliament as to how and when to provide mother earth with their cold little dropsThe lightning flashing through them is beauty untold Whenever the great rivers flowFlowing from the east to the westFlowing from the north to the southWhenever the great rivers flowFlowing in all directionsAllow me to look up, oh mama,Let me look up, oh daddy,For there is poetry in the sky