clouds have their own ways
individual clouds have their own ways
some, misty and delicate, float; some puff up as though
with laughter and good will
some, blushing blue, sprinkle rain; some pound the earth with deluge
a few gather discontented, angry friends and fellow haters
to dance themselves into spinning frenzy
creating pain and havoc
mostly on those who had nothing to do with whatever triggered
that cloud’s dismay