I look at the clouds playing with the moon
I hear nature’s tune
A shape one moment
Shapeless the next
Black they look or perhaps a dark blue
Moving towards destinations new
Or perhaps no destination at all
Having no ambitions tall
But merely a desire fervent
To make the world pleasant
By falling on the earth in drops
And delighting all the crops
Gentle rain
Ceasing the soil’s pain
I look at the clouds playing with the moon
I hear nature’s tune