Cloud Towers Thunder is grumbling down again, Out of that un-ironed pile of forgotten clouds, towering over the Alps. Sweltering, breaking heat A few 11 o’clock fireworks, Even here. . . . . Share this:ShareTweetEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related By bonniemcclellan Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy. View all of bonniemcclellan's posts.