Clouds in Carthage

Last nights Clouds

1820 poem

"The Cloud"

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
From the seas and the streams;

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.

From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,

When rocked to rest on their Mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under;

And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

This was a wonderful cloud and Jeff and I watched it until the sun set..

The cloud and storm front brought rain soon after…

The rest of The Cloud poem here…