I know the water cycle
makes perfect sense but
it's a cover up for what
really happens -
clouds are not made of evaporated water.
They are composed of our ancestors,
those hardy folk who went before us,
or pets that have gone to their reward.
Hordes of departed souls form clouds
Proof lies in their shapes -
a galloping horse over here,
Aunt Winifred's silhouette looming there,
a ragged line of immigrants trudging
along the horizon.