Drama Above The Treeline

 The Cloud


I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
         From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
         In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
         The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
         As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
         And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
         And laugh as I pass in thunder....

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

I love this first verse. There are several more stanzas to this classic poem which you can read in its entirety here:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174384