A rhyme for children that explains the weather from a cloud's point of view,
by Jill Ronsley

My friends are the birdies
Who fly under me,
While planes full of people
Glide by me with glee.

From every direction
The gentle wind blows.
I blow right along
Wherever it goes …

To the north and the south,
The east and the west,
Across the great prairies—
I never need rest!

I reach the high mountains
And kiss the snow peaks.
I roll in the valleys
And flow down the creeks.

I can drink all I wish
When I blow out to sea.
I lap up the water.
Oh lucky cloud—me!

I get fuller and greater
With water galore
Till I cover the sky—
It’s not blue anymore!

The sky is all white.
Now I see only me.
I’m bursting with water.
How big can I be?

I huff and I puff
And I blow with the wind.
But how can I hold
All the water in?

And then …

I let out a drizzle.
It turns into rain.
Soon I’m pouring—
I’m a hurricane!

The thirst of the trees
And the flowers is quenched.
The ocean starts heaving,
The Earth becomes drenched.

But what’s happening to me?
Am I shrinking away?
The birdies are hiding—
Now, how will I play?

I look all around.
The sky is bright blue.
I’ve fallen to Earth
And lost my white hue.

For I’m made of water,
Which means when it rains
I must disappear—
Not a droplet remains!

And yet I declare
That I am still here,
For I will return
As a new cloud, my dear.

I’ll be a white cloud
In my home in the sky.
I’ll be fluffy and puffy
And sail oh so high.