A Cloud

Sometimes I feel like a cloud.
But then it rains, and I fall.
I hit the ground, and am absorbed by the soil.
Thus, giving my life for others to live.
Then I am happy.
So happy, that I rise to Heaven

and become a cloud.

But sometimes...
I feel like a storm.
In a rage that shatters my surroundings.
With beautiful, nightmarish lights

and drumming, proclaiming
my fearful abilities over all.

And after it ceases,

then I am happy.

So happy, that I clear the skies

and wait

until the moment comes,

when I can feel like a cloud.

Weightless, carefree, and once more,

graced by the sun's warmest rays.

©LJ

6 June 2014