THE CLOUD’S LAMENT
A cloud’s gotta do what a cloud’s gotta do!
You think we enjoy destroying the blue?
It’s all right you pestering, “Please don’t rain!”
But clouds that don’t burst are in awful pain.
It isn’t as if we can choose where we go,
We’re sent wherever the four winds blow.
The sun will always stand out from the crowd
But, rain or shine, a cloud is a cloud.
That’s how it is and has always been
For us puddle-makers – it’s not that we’re mean;
We’d like you to play under skies of blue
But a cloud’s gotta do what a cloud’s gotta do!
© Celia Warren 2007 UK