I wandered lonely as a cloud.
–by William Wordsworth,
from his eponymous poem
Seeing a cumulus puff amongst cirrocumulus sheets made the mountain dragon laugh.
“You’re an anachronism!”
Try as I might to slough off the words, his throaty grumbles clung like heavy ice crystals. They turned my cushiony cotton into spiked crackles which shredded sensitivity. I shrank into a crevasse.
One day a stray sunbeam landed and whispered,
“Dragons come and go at their whim. So can you.”
I wandered lonely as a cloud, drifting down from the peaks, seeking warm green.
The scent of humus was in the air, and I felt lighter. I looked down and realized I was raining on a gurgling creek being hugged by moss banks and dancing birch leaves. Mallards circled and ruffled in the water under me, quacking in good cheer.
Giggles grew louder as breeze blew other powder puffs near.
“Welcome! We’re glad you’re here!”
Notes from SciJinks about clouds:
(high) Cirrocumulus clouds are thin, sometimes patchy, sheet-like clouds. They sometimes look like they’re full of ripples or are made of small grains. Weather prediction: Fair, but cold. However, if you live in a tropical region, these clouds could be a sign of an approaching hurricane!
(low) Cumulus clouds look like fluffy, white cotton balls in the sky. They are beautiful in sunsets, and their varying sizes and shapes can make them fun to observe!
Weather prediction: Fair
Also, I’m 99% sure that the last 2 lines of my poem are from a children’s book, “On the Day You Were Born,” by Debra Frasier, one of my favorite children’s books.
Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ Prosery Monday. Lillian says:
The line I want you to include in your prose/flash fiction piece of 144 words or less, sans title, is “I wandered lonely as a cloud”. Remember, you must use the line, word for word.