Challenge
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. (Rabindranath Tagore)
Poetry
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Rayleigh scattering
Rayleigh doth protest too much;
His light scattering along the bluff.
From one particle to another,
I say this to you my brother:
Take the energy you once had;
Transfer it to another lad.
Do that countless times and reveal
A mosiacic of clouds; an emotional appeal