There was this beautiful cloud,
bathed golden..in the morning sun
She swept him off his feet… ’twas love,
he just followed it wherever the wind took along.
He stood in silence in the rain, when she let it out,
hoping to soak up all her grief dry,
and stood in amazement, spellbound by her beauty
when she thundered out all her anger!
all the while he hoped she would take a notice,
He was all but a mere speck on the ground,
she had the skies to reign, the heavens to dwell
would he even stand a chance, a thought dragged down.
Hope was all he had, dreams all he made,
and one day, she sheltered me from the sun!
He thought he succeeded, he leapt in joy,
finally he managed to get himself heard!
Little did he know, it was meant to pass,
Irony was the tone, dark clouds soon joined her crowd,
in all this darkness of confusion, suddenly
with a flash of lightning, he was finally struck down.