The sheeting nimbus, redolent of rain,
And crowns of cumulus turned fiery rose
Beneath the wispy cirrus entertain-
Illuminated structures that compose

A sunset of confusion, all ablaze,
With altocumulus in fluffy grids
And cirrostratus fading into haze-
The sort of thing Occam’s Razor forbids.

And yet the sky and I are of one mind
Too many wonders live beneath the sun
To be to dull sequential tasks confined;
So bring on everything at once for fun!

So I progress through wonders that abound
Buoyed by hope that I won’t run aground.