Looking after the Earth's mountains and plains from high up on her perch, she works at her loom. She takes water, air, and light, teases them and cards them to form
dewdrops, warp and weft from which she creates yards and yards of her beautiful fabric--we call these cumulus, stratus, cirrus, and nimbus.
Children spend hours staring at her, begging her to stay, but she is there only long enough to swathe the skies in whites and greys so that soon it rains. The earth is fed.
Then Charlene, the Girl in the Clouds, waves goodbye, rides the winds, and is on her way.