Being a cloud is not so hard…that’s what other beings say. But to maintain my shape and size, it’s difficult. other clouds clash into each other, make lightening. Me? I am a stratus cloud, as fair as I can be. In the skies high above, you can see me within my friends. Who am I to pretend? I am just a cloud.
But to be one, it is hard. Cumulous clouds can come out of nowhere and clash with me. When it rains, I will turn into water and shower the earth. That is my job. I hope I won’t be turned into heavy rain or thunder that might flood or harm the poor people on earth!
Rocks and fires might say clouds are free and light, but it is only the looks. Our process, phenomenon, and phases are difficult to understand. I, a cloud, say this. No element can live as free as can be. Everyone has a job. The prince of wind and the princess of air shall watch over me, doing my job. And I won’t let my job become incomplete or fluked. I am a cloud. Though it is hard to be, I am proud.