One day ages ago when I was flying to Houston on my way home from Seattle, or it could have been on my way to Seattle to see the family I forget now.  I was looking out the window at the clouds and this thought came to me.


Looking like a large cultivated field of cotton,

Long rows of small cottony white puffs lie below.

Are they waiting to be picked and sent off to market?

Will these small puffs become one large rainmaker?