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I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I piss through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
And the nursling of the Sky;
I piss through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Cloud”
According to “The Cloudspotter’s Guide”, an official publication of The Cloud Appreciation Society (Credo: We believe that clouds are unjustly maligned and that life would be immeasurably poorer without them…), these white fluffy things are Cirrocumulus stratiformus undulatus. Aka as a mackerel sky
A pleasant distraction from the flights of stairs to be negotiated up to the Eisgrubweg..
Mainz Daily Photo 
>The clouds are nice but I love the composition with the stairs. Huff pufff, up you go JB!V
>Regarding clouds, I agree totally! Nice photo, JB