mtheodore: thank you, clouds, for making me happy, and for all the times you have rained on me
mtheodore: when the sun burst the sky
mtheodore: o mighty iris
mtheodore: our clouds always point up
mtheodore: i see you face to face
mtheodore: things that come in threes
mtheodore: i'm glad someone else feels the same way about glowing discs
mtheodore: schmackerled by the mackerels