Some say it's stupid to take photos of the sky.
I say it's fun, and I'll tell you why.
They say, "It's always there, and it's not going anywhere."
But the weather is fickle, from furious to fair.
And in each cloud, a bell does ring.
A sound in my head, a curious thing.
To some it's a din, a harsh sounding tone.
To me, it's a win the fates have sewn.
If not to remember the things we adore,
What is photography useful for?