@Xavierzyxks 22 October 2020 more from that month

Clouds Cottons in the sky So deceiving everytime you passes by Ever changing I cannot predict a thing You rob colors from the sun And flaunt it to my son You bring laughter and bad omen You travel around Without bounds Bringing hopes and doubts Causing pessimists to pout Waiting for you to empty the sky But hoping you'll come back With a shape of white feather on a hat.