Beautiful, tall clouds hidden behind lower lying drizzle-makers;
Grand, expansive spires of nature’s great conveyer;
hidden behind a mist of weary half-carriers.
Great pillars of the sky looking down;
the view lost, thwarted by aborted weather-child.
These majestic lakes of the sky;
hidden by the puddles from earth bound eye.
Drowned out by,
And then one….two
drops
as even the heavens cry,
In knowledge they weep, in puzzlement keep:
searching for that spire….