The cloud then wanders away,
In smooth sail it passes; grey and dark grey.
Its heavy, yet light,
And glides high above with all its might.
If it soon be burst,
T'will quench our thirst.
Then down comes the rain,
And drives me all insane.
But the cloud still hovers high,
And our tongues dangle in delight
At such a marvelous sight.
As it rings around the sky,
I hope it doesn't just pass by.
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