Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 The Essence of Me

When water vapor does condense,

And turn to droplet or ice form,

I am visible in suspense,

And be deemed a natural norm.

Visibility, when I'm aired,

More dense I am, more the degree

The seeing through me is impaired.

Sometimes a hazard I can be.

But I can also be lots of

Fun for folks for using me for

Making mischief or making love.

I come up in tales told galore.

Fog, think of me when I'm around

As a cloud that's touching the ground.