The Cloud

Is there any thirsty field
Or an acre
May be just a dry lot
That needs to quench it’s thirst
And not let me drift away
Unnoticed, unseen

I will stop and rain down on you
Pour down hard
Like cats and dogs

And no one cared
The Cloud yelled and screamed in vain
Shouted and aggressively thundered on
Made itself inconvenient
Unable to resist its own potential
Wishing not to just disintegrate
No thirsty horse man, or a bedouin caravan
Uselessly pouring hard

Made everything wet and puddled
Nodding heads saying “What a mess”

The cloud vanishes
In futile…


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