I am moved,

The clouds have been heavy and wet for several days, soaking us groundlings. Some of us revel it, while some of us curse it, but the heavy clouds stay all the same. Yet, the clouds don't all rain the same. Yesterday it rained so hard rivers were created in any gully that existed, gathering into small trepidatious lakes. The drops would careen the surface heeling the tension in such a way that air would be trapped for just a moment under the tight molecules stretched across the displaced gas until the bubble blossomed into coruscating petals of water. Even within the same storm the clouds evolve through measures of downpour and blusters of existence.