One lone cloud below the rest, moving faster to the eye beneath it.
The image of the sleeping rock in the cloud as it moves.
It rolls and suddenly changes direction, it splits in half.
One lone cloud as the masses hang on the horizon,
In a circle of blue with the misdirection of uncertain winds.
The confusion of the wind, changing direction trying to find the right way.
Come my way, whispered by the parched earth.
Much closer than farther away,
Still looking for rain.
Elucidating Questions 
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