poor little cloud so lost and gray
when he crys he waters the ground
he wonders around trying to find his way
thounder rolls and his friends he's found
with a flash of lighting the rain begins to fall
he finally found his friends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol..i think this poem has just inspired a painting it's kinda sad but not too sad. playful and the ending is perfect. I love it. I'm gunna paint a cute little grey cloud whose tears will water the ground... hmmm I don't know how to paint thunder though... Izzey Strange