I saw a cloud of splendor,
it was floating on a breeze.
I thought of its good fortune,
without a single aim to please.
It was just as it is,
no desire, expectation, or lean,
An elemental compound
without a recollection of me.
I stood in awe of its color,
the blue, the gray, the green,
and as I looked upon it,
my pain within began to scream.
Oh, to be that cloud,
out of every person‘s reach.
Just suspended in forward motion
without the slightest thought of needs.
Then I watched that cloud spill over
from fluff to angry beast,
and in a few short moments
the cloud shed tears as my reprieve.
Perhaps it was looking down
and saw a girl with a cloud all her own.
Then decided to rinse the gray from her,
to strip her down to her gloom-soaked bones.
Maybe the clouds can only
make room for so much gray,
and after that they must unleash
for we both can’t stay that way.
So the cloud gave way to falling,
did the work of its heaviness.
And upon the on-looker below,
a cleansing downpour of tenderness.
I stood with heart wide open,
receiving what was nature’s drenching gift.
And with every drop that rolled off me,
my gray turned from its bitterness.
Fading from the atmosphere,
the cloud drifted to nothingness.
I whispered, “Someday, not just yet,
I’ll join you,
in the place where we don’t exist.”
By: Stacy Johnson, 4-28-19
Singing Over My Bones 
Stunning work sister. Took my breath away for real. —in the place where we don’t exist.- so Lovely☁️🌬️🌬️🌬️
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Thank you, Steph. It’s tough to imagine it, but reality doesn’t care about my feelings. Lol.
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This is a wonderful poem. My doctorate is in Atmospheric Science and my specialty is actually clouds and precipitation development. I have always been drawing to clouds both in an analytically but also aesthetically. I simply love looking up at the sky and watching the many shapes and patterns of clouds.
This poem really moved me because it mirrored thoughts I have often felt about the cleansing power of rain, and the life that springs forth as a result of it. I especially love the connection you built between you and the cloud and what lesson in might teach you about letting go.
I’m looking forward to looking through more of your blog. Have a wonderful day!
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How kind is your comment!! Thank you so very much for reading and appreciating this pondering from my brain! Rain is almost supernatural to me… thanks again💙
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Rain is almost supernatural to me
A good thunderstorm, especially after several sweltering summer days I could easily equate to what religious people describe as spiritual elation.
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I really like this! I can see myself intertwined in the verse. Thank you kindly.
Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all—
I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all—Joni Mitchell
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Love. This. Thanks for sharing, Jim!
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You know the song? If not it is worth a listen…or a hundred. If you do know it, hear it again. Hehe.
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