I love how random the sky can be— Sometimes cloaked in clouds, soft and free. Other times, it’s draped in stars and moonlight, A quiet wonder, dazzling the night. I love when it’s empty, a boundless void, Or when thunder cracks, wild and annoyed. Raindrops fall like tears it can’t restrain, As if the sky itself knows pain. Yes, I love how random the sky can be— A vast, shifting mystery, wild and free.