PERPLEXITY

I've always been impressed by the movement of clouds. They, too, offer us riddles of sorts. Some just lay there amd sleep. Others dance to the sounds of trouble while outstripping the wind. All are true pictures of reality. What, one wonders, can be done to change their destinies. We do not hate them. Nor do we condone their PERPLEXITY, even though their personalities can effect the presence of tomorrow's rainbow. The skies do not offer us a choice. They exist for themselves by offering us a complex picture of actuality. Clouds are like air -- they're alive up there -- somewhere! It's up to us to deal directly with the results of their functions.