Target

I am the bearded cloud
powering from your laden corn
when will you share your sunshine?

I surround this globe
low enough to obstruct your vision
still you drive in blind faith.

I snarl and throw tantrums
invisible and wearing a shield
you just turn your wipers higher.

I focus unreasonably
on killing your security
through electric balls of shock.

I retreat with age
you won't let me stop
the mission you have solved.

I shut down my machine
and clear your paved path
you have changed motives.

I realize admittedly
you always release daylight
even to sky snipers.