Clouds

Today is a clouds day, nothing but clouds. The skies in Scotland recently have been impressive, with huge, puffy cloud banks. They are dreamy and lovely to behold.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,

I arise and unbuild it again.
(Shelley, excerpt)