A cloud might seem like crying
A cloud might seem like crying if it sheds a few tears
But what does it do
But what does it do When it streams rivers for years?
And the droplets pour,
And the droplets pour, though, after a storm,
A star will come out of hiding
to leave streaks of gold by your door.
And the glistening crystals
Will leave colors to dance
So the wonders of clouds
Can leave you in trance.