Back Into The Clouds Poem by Tim Shao

Rain, Rain, Rain,
Can be such a pain,
When playing football on the grass,
It makes it awfully hard to pass.

Rain can come in different forms,
From heavy thunder storms,
To a mere light shower,
But above the skies it will always tower.


But how is rain actually made?
Does it just come down like a cascade?
Or does it slowly, work its way above?
And then come shooting down like a dove?

But what happens is the water cycle,
Where the water always gets recycled,
But first it starts in a sea,
Then it evaporates to a degree,
But then the clouds move across the sky,
Until it reaches a mountain high,
And then it falls, onto the land,
Flows down rivers, strand by strand.
Finally it links up, back to the sea,
And then it repeats the long journey,
Back into the clouds.