Cloud: a visible mass of particles of condensed vapor (such as water or ice) suspended in the atmosphere 

Suspended in the sky like floating tufts of divine cotton candy

Growing ever larger until they are too heavy to remain in the heavens

Until they fall back to the earth

Ready to repeat the cycle again 

I think it’s funny

How we can walk, the snow crunching beneath our fur-lined boots

How we can dance, twirling in the rain and laughing into the air endless blue expanse above

How we can grumble to each other, complaining about the bad weather 

How we forget, that the snow and the rain

That the hail and the sleet

Are the remnants of dying clouds  crunching beneath our feet

-Why do Humans Minimize the Extraordinary?