It’s hard to be a rainbow, when you’re a dark and stormy cloud.
I do try and keep my condensing to a mimimum.
Once I tried to wrap you in a blanket, to keep you warm.
But it came out as snow.
People don’t enjoy my gloomy shades of grey
It’s hard to carry so much water, without spilling some as doleful rain.
I do try to evaporate as much as I can,
Once I tried to save my rain for when you had your umbrella.
But, I accidentally became torrential.
You were not prepared for cats and dogs, and you had big hair the rest of the day.
That was the least of what I caused.
Even clouds daydream.
I dream that, that one day, you put your hands out to feel me.
You put your umbrella down, and let your hair go wild.
You softly close your eyes
And let me play my storm for you
Like a gentle symphony on your face.
Also, even clouds share secrets.
This one, which I whisper to you in a moment on a breeze.
This secret is, if you
shine your light on me
I can become iridescent.
Refract and reflect me,
And you will see my full spectrum.
Just for a moment