Cloudy days

I can fell the breeze rushing through my hair, I look up to see gigantic marshmallows drift across the sky. They take their time, slowly creeping from one end of the blue canvas to the other. They paint pictures stretching miles in every direction. The wind picks up and the gentle giants start rolling down the sky, they start to darken, as if angry at my presence. I feel rain on my head, I look up and taste the cloud water fill my mouth, I become drenched from head to toe. They seem to be frowning at me, wishing I would go away. Suddenly, they're gone, and all that’s left to look at me is the deep blue sky.