Hey Mistah Weatherman!
Just how cloudy can cloudy be?
I’m soaring. I’m flying.
Amidst thick clouds, I’m drowning.
Sixteen long hours of traveling
with all seatbelts just hanging,
I’m left cloud watching and naming.
Oh I see Stratocumulus!
And that’s Cumulonibus!
Cirrus and Nimbotratus!
Hey! What’s the fuss?
I’m just as bored seated in this flying bus!
~RaineFairy
rainefairy 
Wow, on your way! What a great experience this will be!
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Yes, Barrio Chick! Isn’t that exciting? Leaving my farm for greener pastures? LOL Don’t forget to water all those thousands of colorful flowers, okay? Just be ever so careful with those hardworking bees buzzing! 🙂
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I love flying just above the clouds. they look like pillows that you could lay down and go to sleep on.
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Yes, Jim. It’s like being in Dreamland. Sad thing is I can’t do anything inside this plane for 8 hours! I wanted to jog… and dance… and skip rope. But hey! 😦
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yeh the flight crew may have a small problem with you jogging inside the plane.
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😀
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I’m gonna fly off to bed. morning comes early for me. 😉
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well, have a sweet time in dreamland, Jim.
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blog where you are going if you are trveling. I love exploring and seeing new things thru other people’s eyes.
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After another 3 hours of travelling, I will. Thanks much, dear Jim!
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I sense another poem coming from you soon… 😄
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Perhaps. But when the body is weary, the mind gets rusty! 😉
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