Ever wonder what happened to the clouds? Where are they going? Where they came from? Those were the questions I have as a child that haunt me until now. I am always fascinated by the cloak of mystery behind the clouds and what's going on at the back of those silver linings.
Growing up we were taught the science about it. But the child in me is still in awe everytime I saw one. I even have a habit of keeping an eye of the best one. Until it got away!
If my memories serve me well, I can still remember back in my shortpant days when clouds formation are above each other is when the angels are singing. And when the sun shines brighter above lonely clouds and it starts raining is when the heaven are feasting above.
And earlier today, I was able to gaze at the beauty of the clouds up in the sky. I stop and stare for a while and wait, turn around, and they are everywhere. Forming all sort of white cotton scattered in the horizon trying to tell us something.
Clouds reminds me of the days when life was simple as staring up above not worrying about tomorrow. When I wish of a huge white clouds to cover us from the scorching heat of the sun while playing in the middle of the street. Those were the days. As we get older we change our ways. But the clouds remain the same forever.
They will always stay in the loop of its vicious cycle of keeping moisture above and pouring it upon us when it can no longer handles. It will remain the same huge cloak where castle hides in the mind of a child.
We may not always be children forever, but we can always look up to the heavens and stare at the clouds wishing for miracles to happen.
Until then, I will keep on wishing.
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