Cumulonimbus in the Morning

What searchest thou clouds of noon,
Blessing our morning skies so soon?
The blend of cumulus and the nimbus,
Lording the heights with no parallel.
The wind will pass and make thee mass
The southern skies like a soundly spell.
Wisps of blue and a tinge of gold,
Bids you shine royal and bold!
They know no worry, such clouds of glory
My spirits soar with them away,
As they tarry and sing their story;
Clouds that say a mighty day is on play.

— Tichakunda Michael Majena (2008)