Little Cloud: A Poem
June 1, 2015
Little cloud
Little cloud
Please let it rain
the flowers are dying
and thirsting in vain
the birds are moving
the trees all cry
they need a sip of water
but the lakes gone dry
the sun is tired
the animals ran away
for their is not water
so how could they stay?
When the cloud heard
he knew he had made a mistake
but the rain started
just a little too late