Clouds are pretty
So fluffy and bright,
They float and fluff
In the sky so high.

They can be dark
Or they can become? gray,
But no matter their color,
They like to play.

When clouds fill the skies
With darkness and gray
You know rain will follow
So you can't go out and play.

So when you see a cloud,
And it seems like it's fluffy,
It can change in an instant,
And then become puffy.

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