Perspective in the Sky
What happens when the clouds are mad?
Fairytales told me that clouds are like pillows.
Big fluffy cotton balls that somehow warp and fly through the sky.
They create familiar pictures for me to imagine about.
We used to lay still on the hill in the itchy grass, just to catch a glimpse of the teddy bear and seahorse that have appeared in the sky. I got over the chiggers because the clouds were telling me to tolerate it... “watch me!”
Other times they move so quickly and you instantly wonder the kind of storm that is brewing above you.
What made the clouds so angry?
They were just flowers and pony’s that now stream quickly and dump rain on your head and your home and your grass that you like to sit on.
Thunder let’s us know they are not happy.
They just need to cry. Just let it all out until their friends finally tell them a funny joke and they give that giggle where they wipe their eyes and agree that it’s time to be happy again.
They feel so terribly that the whole world under them saw them angry. They don’t know how to make it up to these poor people who are now soaked in the earths tears.
So the sun helps. Rainbows appear. They are just trying to make us happy again.
And it works.
Because after we get to fantasize about teddy bears in the sky, we get to wonder who might find the pot of gold at the end of the colorful strip of reflected light which provides us our color scale.
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