Say I stumbled upon a genie
Or some magic stone
Or a leprechaun
And I had but one wish

My wish would be to control the clouds
Those high above
And way down low
Any and all clouds

I would never burn
My skin would never sizzle
For I would block the sun
At every opportunity
Protecting my body from radical cancerous damage

And my drive to and from work would never require sunglasses
No glare to obscure my vision
No blinding migraines to follow the flashes from our day star bouncing off the metal of the hot cars before me

Nor would I miss out on
Some cosmic event
I would shoo away the clouds
For an eclipse, or the aurora borealis, relishing in all their beauty without the bitter disappointment of obscurity

Were I to see on the news a country in peril
Its streets sizzling in the heat
Its forests choking on extreme fire
I would fly in and move the skies, release those clouds so that their moisture might protect and soothe the wounded earth

And were I walking on a dark night
And some not so cheery presence begin to follow eerily in my footsteps
I could summon a fog thick as soup
Rendering the predator blind and disoriented
So that I might sneak up and gain the advantage

Yes, I think it would be a most wonderful thing to control the clouds