By Stella Schmitt, TIWP Student

It is not nice to be a cloud.
Humans look up at me and say, “That cloud looks so light, fluffy, and beautiful.
Wouldn’t it be nice to be a cloud?”
It is not nice to be a cloud.

Humans dream of dancing on me, but I would fall.
It is not nice to be a cloud.

Everyday I have to cling to the sky using all of my strength so I do not fall.
My hands have calluses galore!
It is not nice to be a cloud.

Plants constantly blame me for their parched throats.
Animals blame me when their burrows get flooded.
I feel bad, but what can I do? I am just a cloud and…
It is not nice to be a cloud.

How am I supposed to know when to let the rain fall and the thunder echo?
I am not the weather man!
It is not nice to be a cloud.

People say I am floating but I have nightmares of drowning.
It is not nice to be a cloud.
Because the truth is I am not light and fluffy. I am the opposite. I am cold and heavy.
A cloud weighs around one million tonnes.