Cloud Showers

A drape of light, a curve of bone, Like marble carved or mountain stone. No cloth to hide, no silk to bind, The body’s grace is here refined.

Above, the heavens start to break, In silver threads for beauty's sake. The sky descends in liquid lace, To wash the earth and touch the face.

A quiet storm, a soft release, Where nature finds its perfect peace. The clouds give way, the rain descends, And where they touch, the spirit mends.

Generated using experimental AI model.