Long Poems About Clouds

When it rains it storms, laying in the bed is such a bore, wrapped in my covers snug and warm. Staring out the window watching the clouds form grey and dark clouds start covering the skies. The wind begins to blow the leaves all around the ground. Watching them spin around and around , leaves of fall colors , the green ones, the orange ones, yellowish green ones , and the brown ones to , all around in the air, spinning and spinning to its own tune.

Laying down watching and listening I can hear the sound of the rain touching the ground,
  Drip...