Story of the Cloud

The cloud grieved and grinned
Blue black by the blows of wind
It glooms, its heart is vexed
A million tears it will shed.

It cried his eyes out all day long
Perplexed, where did it belong
There’s no one it could call its own
Alone it roams, alone it has grown

It gave out loud a mighty roar
Pain, suffering gone sore
The fidgeting turned turmoil though
It blessed with life the soil below

It looks at all the people shrew
Taking pleasure in its rue
Even though no one cares
Its treasure with the world it shares.