There's no Fluff!

Swollen damp cotton balls have clustered over the horizon, conspiring over their own death today.

They've clumped their heads together with a shared fate, waiting for a cue from thunder's battle-cry.

Without trepidation they bash and botch at their neighbor's faces, leaving trails of liquid anger from the sky.

There are wars even in heaven. There's one every other day.

But for the flotilla of impatient people... Can anyone think beyond that traffic jam!?

September Rain

Thunderous black clouds have been in labor all day.

They swoosh around with their swollen bellies, pausing every once in a while to hear the doctor’s giant whiplash.

 The nth hour is here.

Effortlessly they let themselves go with the flow, releasing millions of teensy droplets to the ground below.

Tiny cloudlets dispatch themselves from the mother, only to find themselves on a silly flower’s face!