It is Poetry Day Ireland today, so I thought I would get into the spirit of things.

An Ode to Cloud

There was a time; when clouds were near
rain would follow, soon to clear.
With resource-pooling; clouds grew bigger;
Self-serving themselves with a snigger.

The clouds you see race through the sky
meeting planes as they fly by.

Clouds of old just want to rain
on our heads and down the drain.
The dark grey clouds cast out the light,
while wispy ones they just take flight.

The clouds you see race through the sky
meeting planes as they fly by.

But when it’s dry and thirst arrives,
that is when things get contrived.
“Please just rain”; we command.
But alas; not on-demand.

The clouds you see race through the sky
meeting planes as they fly by.

Clouds today are internet bred.
A mix of public, private, hybrid.
Do clouds today seem less complex?
And more elastic when run on OPEX?

The clouds you see race through the sky
meeting planes as they fly by.

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