Two Lost Clouds Drifting Off...

We're two lost clouds drifting off, not knowing their destination; will someone give us a sense of direction? For quite some time, in chimerical rhyme, we ride these familiar skies, sending rain and storms down to earth's surface with such a spiteful mood... until we feel full! We dislike the presence of cheerfulness and brightness, and infuriate the clover and daffodils fields, or even the ingenious parrots that transform their notes into cantabile and joyful lyrics; we burlesquily watch the hungry butterflies hardly descending on any flower to pick, with labor, their delightful pollen! We're two lost clouds drifting off, carefree and unaware of what occurs below us...as if we're not a part of this wonderful creation in which all exalt; only superficial and nonexistent, nonemotional and so obstinate!