An empty sky is safe because nothingness can only stay.
When joy arrives in clouds I fear they’ll fade, or glide away.
I weep whenever I read that poem. Clouds are good and rain clouds can even help the economy [and isn't it inspired that the Guardian has a business section] but for every fluffy Cumulus, a little Nimbus must come into our lives. Life is more of a streaky Cirrus than a Stratus of success.
Clouds are so central to our life and yet so maligned - think of the negative connotations, as in the expression "head in the clouds" or Waters and Gilmour's "Obscured by Clouds".
Why not "Protected by Clouds" or "Charmed by Clouds"?
Because of this societal prejudice against clouds, a society has been set up to promote them, for a one off fee of three pounds, for postage and handling. The Society's Manifesto:
We pledge to fight ‘blue-sky thinking’ wherever we find it.
Life would be dull if we had to look up at cloudless monotony day after day.
And now, a little poem to close with:
I staggered lonely as a cloud
That p--sed down rain, day after day;
And made a little mental note
To nevermore be caught that way;
Shaking a drunken fist I cried
"Oh clouds, why dump you on my head;
Why blight my day in every way?
Something I did, something I said?
By way of answer the clouds did part
Revealing the form of a maiden fair,
This side of Tescos with two great bags
Approaching with matted, sodden hair;
"The clouds be praised, my own true love -
Sweet wench, the raingods sent you hence?"
"You wot, you tosser? Ere - grab these bags;
Now shut it 'n lend me fifty pence."
"For you, rain goddess I'd go as far
As fifty five though it cuts me deep."
"You stingy sod," the angel croaked,
A bitter harvest you're gonna reap."
Too late we saw the Nimbus high,
Stealthily gathered throughout our tryst,
And now it bucketed from the sky
I swear to you - it fairly p--sed.
And now these days, we sit and laugh
How that day led to wedded bliss;
And everytime we see those clouds,
My rain queen scores a whisky kiss.
[By James "Cloudy" Higham, greatly indebted to Link Notes. Visit him for other goodies as well. I dedicate this post to the Chipster, Crispen Walter, for whom I'd like the clouds to part, as if by a thong.]