Ode To Cloud

Pregnant clouds up in the sky Like the birds we want to fly But your visage is so scary You rage makes the sky teary. Our once fit legs are getting atrophied Our heartbeats already slowered We need to once more feel the outside We are tired of being locked inside. It's true you cause our barns to overflow But your excess our joy it does overthrow Robbing us of our farms atimes Sweeping away in its wake our valuables. Forced to retire to our various rooms You deny us of our freedoms Go away, come when we want No, stay, your lack might invite drought. We'll ignore you and work and play We'll no longer wait, you might go away But if instead you decide to let go Be mild, there is always tomorrow.