That’s just like what a cloud would do:
To feather into marshmallow
Or popcorn with butter highlights ;
To coast on thermals and billow
Into shapes large, larger, largest ;
Into a beast hurling lightning
Drawing the four winds into storm,
These changeable clouds so fickle .

Sailing for days on quiet seas
In vast armadas shadowed blue,
The stratocumulus species float
Silent against an opaque hue .
The gray–mare squalls on distant swells
Approach jellyfish clouds content .
Dew–point aerosols stirred by wind

Galloping in with hoof–beat flash :
Horseback giants blacken the sky .
Witches race below the ruins
Before the crumbling towers fall .