Clouds are God’s temporary mountains.
They rarely look exactly the same, yet are named constantly.
Some days they are lions from Africa and other days they are lions from the sea.
They live up with the sun but sometimes comedown to visit the surface dwellers.
They are predicted and yet are so unpredictable.
They stump weather men and women across the globe, but never stump the greatest weatherman in all of existence.
They can contain great amounts of water one day, and the next can be a beautiful background for a photo.
They have no life in them, and yet are the life of many.
In them, birds of flesh and steel hide.
Past them, space explorers look down upon them.
Under them, farmers use them to predict the weather.
Clouds are many things but are made by only One.