O Dear Cloud

When you enter on my cityscape, O Cloud

With your convoy,black and beautiful,loud

Siren of arrival

(Although waiting for the carnival)

I know not to what extent

(as if God-sent)

You will bring relief to us

Or gently pass

To some other thirsty land

With your triumphant band

Of Joy…

O Cloud, O daredevil

How you perfect those in peril

In fear of death

How you give them back their life -breath?

I ruminate these

When you arrive at ease

Over my city-scape

At you opens my mouth in praise as my camera gape…