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| I Am a Cloud | |||||
| A rhyme for children that explains the weather
from a cloud's point of view, by Jill Ronsley |
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I am a cloud.
I live in the sky. I’m fluffy and puffy And sail oh so high. |
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| My friends are the birdies Who fly under me, While planes full of people Glide by me with glee. |
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| From every direction The gentle wind blows. I blow right along Wherever it goes … |
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| To the north and the south, The east and the west, Across the great prairies— I never need rest! |
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| I reach the high mountains And kiss the snow peaks. I roll in the valleys And flow down the creeks. |
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| I can drink all I wish When I blow out to sea. I lap up the water. Oh lucky cloud—me! |
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| I get fuller and greater With water galore Till I cover the sky— It’s not blue anymore! |
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| The sky is all white. Now I see only me. I’m bursting with water. How big can I be? |
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| I huff and I puff And I blow with the wind. But how can I hold All the water in? |
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| And then … | |||||
| I let out a drizzle. It turns into rain. Soon I’m pouring— I’m a hurricane! |
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| The thirst of the trees And the flowers is quenched. The ocean starts heaving, The Earth becomes drenched. |
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| But what’s happening to me? Am I shrinking away? The birdies are hiding— Now, how will I play? |
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| I look all around. The sky is bright blue. I’ve fallen to Earth And lost my white hue. |
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| For I’m made of water, Which means when it rains I must disappear— Not a droplet remains! |
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| And yet I declare That I am still here, For I will return As a new cloud, my dear. |
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| I’ll be a white cloud In my home in the sky. I’ll be fluffy and puffy And sail oh so high. |
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