#AutumnWriting day 2 - clouds

Clouds seem to have a mind of their own in autumn. I love to watch them rush by my window, and imagine what they do to the earth below if they get a chance. That grey one over there looks mean, it looks like it could just drop rain at any second. And that fluffy white one… ooh I feel some mixed emotions from that one. It feels almost… mad? Why would a cloud be mad? I take a sip of my tea, and walk to the kitchen to replenish it. When I return, the cloudscape has changed, except… Is that the same white cloud? Why do I feel threatened by it? Why does it feel like… Oh shit, does it come closer? to be continued, I think? 😂

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