He certainly wasn't popular
with the other clouds
in the sky
as the little grey cloud
had a predispostion
to cry.
The other clouds were soft
and pillowly
and covered in white
and it left the little grey cloud
feeling
a bit uptight.
He kept to himself
and on sunny days
he hid
for it was an inferiority complex
in which
he slid.
The other clouds called him a baby
and a precipitation
of pain
as their days
would be spoiled
by his constant rain.
If a social pariah and loser
was his lot
in life
how could he overcome
his anxiety
and ease his strife?
Luckily,
Mother Nature
must have a balance too
where equal amounts
of rain
were overdue.
The little grey cloud
had a reason
to cry
or else the crops
and the flowers
would all just die.
The sun would come back
to do
his thing
and the harmony
allowed the green grass of summer
to openly sing.
So please cheer up
little cloud
of grey.
For you are
most beautiful
in your own way.
It's important
that you exist
and prove your worth
to keep
everything growing
on planet earth.
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