On a sunny day when winds don’t blow,
The water rises with a clear glow.
Gathers slowly into clouds,
Angry, surly, swirly clouds.
Boil and broil and put on weight,
The world is dull and that we hate.
The spotty, spattering rain comes down,
Takes up heart and meets the ground.
Bigger drops rain from the sky,
Stomping storming, hurrying by.
Then two clouds meet and shout aloud,
‘I’m a cloud and I am proud.’
They light the sky with lightning glow,
And angry, catchy winds that blow.
Finally, the storm subsides,
But we all remain inside.