On such a day, not very far away, a girl had asked a boy
Why does the Cloud, so large and loud, stay not and give some joy?
I know we two- just me and you- would love it stretch its stay
Why does it, not rest a bit, and play here if it may?
Would not it, with its lining lit, with silver hues and grey
Listen to us, indulge our fuss, and not turn its back away?
The boy turned his head, on his knee was laid, a book of colour green
"This very town, was once all brown, when the Cloud was here last seen"
It was basking, when it heard someone asking- "Won't you rain today?"
It was a farmer, with a voice like murmur, and something sad to say.
The land was dry, none knew why, and the Sun kept blazing all day
The air was hot, the well a blot, trees long wilted away
The Cloud felt sorrow, and on the morrow, blessed the town with rain.
Earth was drizzled, though the Sun sizzled, it was no longer a pain.
The trees sprung, the vines wrung, in the glory of water galore
The bells were rung, the songs were sung, taken from the farmer's lore
The lush green fields, came up with yields, and farmer began his prays
When the Cloud from above, through a cove, let just enough sunrays
The town now green, had begun to be seen, as a land of fruit and flower
The farmer had food, which was good, but now he needed power
Power is learning, the eternal yearning, so he sent his son to school.
So that he learns, and dutifully earns, using his mind as tool
But in school they taught, from this book I brought, things so hard and loud
It killed the thought, and the help we sought, of the loving Cloud
They quoted the book, with a smirky look, taught us to tell- "Go away"
On this day, Johnny wants to play, won't you listen to our say?
Hearing words so tart, with a heavy heart, the Cloud stopped to rain
The town cheered, the Cloud was jeered, and told not to come again
But without the Cloud, whatever was sowed, only lasted few days.
And all the books, with the clever nooks, couldn't give them new ways.
And back they fell, on the dying well, and drained all the water.
But the wells ran dry, finally all did cry, for some heavenly patter
But twice shy the cloud, who now only bowed, and flew off without a trace
And shamed of their folly, of rebuking the Holy, for the worst did they brace.
And we both just will, have to climb this hill, to take back pails of water
As the land is dry, now we know why- our fathers hated pitter-patter
Now the cloud sails, ignoring the wails, of those who beg in vain
Drought or drown, it skips this town; it now only stops in Spain.
Why does the Cloud, so large and loud, stay not and give some joy?
I know we two- just me and you- would love it stretch its stay
Why does it, not rest a bit, and play here if it may?
Would not it, with its lining lit, with silver hues and grey
Listen to us, indulge our fuss, and not turn its back away?
The boy turned his head, on his knee was laid, a book of colour green
"This very town, was once all brown, when the Cloud was here last seen"
It was basking, when it heard someone asking- "Won't you rain today?"
It was a farmer, with a voice like murmur, and something sad to say.
The land was dry, none knew why, and the Sun kept blazing all day
The air was hot, the well a blot, trees long wilted away
The Cloud felt sorrow, and on the morrow, blessed the town with rain.
Earth was drizzled, though the Sun sizzled, it was no longer a pain.
The trees sprung, the vines wrung, in the glory of water galore
The bells were rung, the songs were sung, taken from the farmer's lore
The lush green fields, came up with yields, and farmer began his prays
When the Cloud from above, through a cove, let just enough sunrays
The town now green, had begun to be seen, as a land of fruit and flower
The farmer had food, which was good, but now he needed power
Power is learning, the eternal yearning, so he sent his son to school.
So that he learns, and dutifully earns, using his mind as tool
But in school they taught, from this book I brought, things so hard and loud
It killed the thought, and the help we sought, of the loving Cloud
They quoted the book, with a smirky look, taught us to tell- "Go away"
On this day, Johnny wants to play, won't you listen to our say?
Hearing words so tart, with a heavy heart, the Cloud stopped to rain
The town cheered, the Cloud was jeered, and told not to come again
But without the Cloud, whatever was sowed, only lasted few days.
And all the books, with the clever nooks, couldn't give them new ways.
And back they fell, on the dying well, and drained all the water.
But the wells ran dry, finally all did cry, for some heavenly patter
But twice shy the cloud, who now only bowed, and flew off without a trace
And shamed of their folly, of rebuking the Holy, for the worst did they brace.
And we both just will, have to climb this hill, to take back pails of water
As the land is dry, now we know why- our fathers hated pitter-patter
Now the cloud sails, ignoring the wails, of those who beg in vain
Drought or drown, it skips this town; it now only stops in Spain.