{"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky" - Rabindranath Tagore... Today is an entry to @jayna’s contest of two-fifty, hundred and fifty words... No music aides, maybe some Beethoven.}
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- Ode to clouds -
And so look upon the heavenly matter floating above and hum the graces. See to it that you reach towards but never into the puffs of matter in the blue ocean up there. Be comforted as its shade covers you and graces you with the comforts of the whistling winds. More-so, do not fret that the blue, blue, sky being obscured by a white dot; revel that the painting above has acquired a new member which makes you appreciate that the blue sea above exists.
But as one should devoutly adore the great clouds, be mindful of the actual tasks. Just as people of past has done so, give attention towards these beautiful objects that so stirs into your vision. Take care to talk about each cloud; how they form a beautiful image just as stars form the contours of great heroes and images. And finally, when one think one has seen all types of clouds is to now only wish for more clouds!
But I cannot revel more into the more and so I shall cut my ode short to the holiest qualities of the clouds. If not for clouds, then one in the hottest of climes will be parched to see not one droplet of rain. Or be damned to not have constant shade where no shade dares to be. Or perhaps not be blessed by the cold winds stirring about to know you live. Yet, let us revel in other matters while we are under the clouds.
- Hundred clouds -
"Kochany, dost thou see the clouds up there?"
"Oh you silly Poles and using Shakespeare’s tongue~ I do see the clouds up there, about hundred or so. See anything cutesy, my darling?~"
"Oh yes! Doth thy organic spectacles see cupid formed amongst the clouds?"
"Oh thee Pole, I do see with me organic spectacles Cupid. But dost thou see a shark amongst the angel o’ clouds?"
"Why yes! All centered on your lips, my lassie-friend!~"
"Stop hogging and start kissing me lassie!"
- Fifty types -
"Hello, I am Wiktora Ski. According to the International Association of Clouds and cloud-animals, scientists have just confirmed that there are now fifty confirmed cloud types. Not all are dangerous, but don’t agro them! Else you get a mean fight alright! More in just a jiffy."
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Another scientific research, freshy fresh this morning, reveals that jiffy is among the fifty most used words.
Jiffy change of styles there.
UwU ~ Thanks for reading and thanks for the compliments! Indeed, going off the word fifty and clouds was the name of the game here. Regardless, good eyes!~
I believe Beethoven's Pastorale symphony would accompany this perfectly.
Oh yeah, it most definitely does. Damn shame I didn’t link that.
I enjoyed all of these pieces, @theironfelix, especially the first two. The first is a lovely musing on the nature of clouds and the important role they play, and the importance of appreciating them. The 100-word piece is most like a story, and the interchange of the characters made me giggle. It’s quite charming!
UwU ~ Thanks for reading and thanks for the compliments! And good eye on things as always.