21. For the Clouds

The ethereal Clouds who nourish fruit
wandering through the skies, bringing the rains—
you are driven throughout the universe
by gusts of wind, flaming and thunderous,
loudly shouting, you leave a trail behind
of wet earth. In the folds of air you make
a terrible crash, yanked apart by gusts
of rapid and roaring wind. I pray now
to you, clad in dew and sweetly breathing
in breezes, send us the nourishing rains
to water fruit upon the mother earth.