When I was a child on cross-country drives, I stared out the window at the clouds on high. We'd pass the cows and the fields so green, and the clouds took new shapes both fat and lean. Then came the factories that puffed out the smoke, but back then I swore they made clouds, no joke. I even thought that when I'm grown up, I could be a cloud engineer, makin big bucks. But that was then and this is now, as an adult all I see is cows.

Thanks to

Trevor Marszalek

for the submission!


2 thoughts on “Cloudy

  1. My mom was going on some church trip once and they were near the 3 mile Island facility. They asked if the kids knew what it was and one little girl said “It’s a cloud factory”.

    Anyway, I don’t think this is a very uncommon belief.

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