clouds are the eyes of the sky.
the sun, like ourselves, has a soul
and through the clouds you can see it, just like mine.
gleeful fluffy whites, often shift to darkness.
and when the rain falls the heavens cry.
rain turns to thunder, tears into screams.
thunder is a cry of anguish, they struggle, they try.
clouds open up, the mouth taking in the whole.
sun light, sun rays, sunshine, bright.
Shaun Steverson wrote this poem during one of the writing sessions at the poetry club he co-founded with Derek Fosbender. The structure is Magic 9: “abacadaba” and describes the connection each person has with the natural world and how the both of them reflect each other.