Acid Rain

I am a cloud

I will water this land

I will see it grow

Nothing can destroy me

My hope keeps me strong

I can see the acid they pour

It is weak

Their attempts cannot stop a storm

Nor a puffy white cloud

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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