When They Fall

Putting My Feet in the Dirt Prompt#2 Erasing Clouds

 

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The clouds above my head can float down and smother mountain tops

they can  wrap themselves around the tallest trees and cling to the sides of hills

without making a sound.

Sometimes they drift down and stroll through dark alleys and there is not denying it-

Clouds may look puffy and sweet like sweet little lambs drifting through a field of blue grass covering golden yellow fields in the morning and red and orange in the evening

but do you know what I think?

I think they’re wicked.

Sometimes, just because they can,  I think they dive into the ocean and when they break they turn into waves

solid

unforgiving  towering walls of water that can break bone, shatter ships made of metal and wood and their hands can sweep whales to the shore as easily as they can pry open your jaws and fill your lungs with-

Clouds.