White Cloud Poem by Ellias Anderson Jr.

The story of the black cloud is a tragedy full of sadness
The same story of the people's judge about the appearance
So, our cloud decided to disappear it's self to see the bless
But before that, it created a white cloud, a cloud for the birds and hens

The white cloud was a source of pride
It looked at the earth such a dirty place
And thought that he is the master of the sky that is wide,
But the time has changed his happy face

Windward places
Was a big place for the clouds races? ! ! !
They stood in the lines
Waiting for the windy signs

The white cloud won the race
While he was happy, with a glorious face
But the race had another part
To rain, or to be used as a cart!

There, the source of preen,
The white cloud that always thought is the best,
Now should be faced by the truth, it shouldn't feel green,
It was the time for his rest! !

Simply, our white cloud couldn't rain,
And its beauty doesn't help him in this case
So he understood the true meaning of the existence, and he got it not in vain
With a laugh on his lips, he got a wet face….
YES! ! HE COULD RAIN! ! !