I carry rain to regions far
As I float up on heavens high
To catch a glimpse of a lonely star
Shining bright in the frosty sky.
I am white, I am grey
I am woven, puffy, soft
I am beautiful but I cannot stay
I must always remain aloft.
My brother, the wind, he pushes me
Over all of the world below
When he blows hard, I must flee
To see new lands I must go.
Some of you humans can see shapes
In our wispy, puffy, forme
Like cigarette smoke that heaven vapes
That turns blue-grey in a storm.
And when we grow full of water
It causes us much pain
Then uin my nomadic ways I totter
And bless the earth as rain.
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