• The cloud above roll in threatening gray
    The plants below now have a reason to pray
    Their thirst is dry, begging for water
    The heat is cruel and waiting for slaughter.

    The plants reach up, hoping to persuade
    But the cloud moves on, it cannot delay.
    It cannot stop there because of the fear
    That the cloud’s time is closer than near.

    “Look down here, can’t you see?
    We’re dying for water. Would you please?”
    The plants reach out with a desperate cry.
    They’re withered and dry, just might as well die

    The cloud took pity and opened a little.
    The rain fell down, but just a small drizzle.
    But the cloud is heavy with the burden of rain
    Opening a little, it acted like a drain.

    The rain fell down as if a storm
    The plants drank up as they started to take form.
    The cloud had plans and wished to move on
    But the rain fell down until everything was gone.

    The plants were content and had chance to grow
    The cloud looked down and saw puddles below.
    Is wasn’t supposed to rain down here
    And the reason why was very much clear.

    Only a few more minutes had the plants waited
    A different cloud would have come, just as fated
    So the cloud watched another rainstorm down there
    And heard the plants cry out now for some air.