Fantasy Clouds

When I was ten years old, I visited during the month of July with my grandparents on their farm. On a particular sunny day, I laid out on the grassy lawn watching beautiful, fluffy clouds pass overhead. I began to fantasize and found myself drifting along on one of the clouds. I wondered where it would take me. Might I see the Mississippi River and the City of Red Wing where I lived with my parents. From the ground again, I saw on the edge of another cloud, the head and long neck of an animal that might be a giraffe. My thought turned to a circus that I had attended with my grandparents. As two other clouds slowly merged, I imagined the formation of a huge circus tent. 

Years later, on a hot humid day, dark clouds shielded the sun one late afternoon causing a weird darkness. Going outdoors, I observed threatening clouds intermingling, sometimes in a swirling motion. Minutes after passing overhead, a dark cloud descended forming a funnel that destroyed property in its path. I wondered what my fantasy would have been at ten years of age watching those clouds.