Cumulus

Sat, 11/22/2014 - 13:44 -- bkdeets

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I am a cloud…

 

 

Clouds are deceptive.

Imagine walking through the wide valleys or rappelling down the white cliffs.

The soft puffs invite you to lay down on them and watch the world from above.

The myriad of caves and crannies look ripe for exploration.

 

But, we know the truth about you cloud.

 

We know you are simply a ball of evaporated water floating in the sky taunting us with your façade.

If we were to try to walk on you,

we would fall right through.

 

When you rain, we see who you really are.

 

The more it rains,

the smaller you get

and the faster you shrink,

until you are a cloud no more, just the rain you always were.

 

 

…waiting for my time to rain

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