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The poem is The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelly.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet birds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun,
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under;
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

Picture is of a view over the fields of Wiltshire and across a valley. As the weather changes, mists are seething and roiling in protest under the warming gaze of the sun.

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