Rain Dance

I danced on a cloud and it started to rain. 

The wind came, sword drawn; cloud was slain.

It crumpled and bled and thinned it's soul.

My feet grew still and soaked in watery knoll. 

My footing slipped and my eyes looked down.

The ground came running with a sighing sound.

The cloud screamed among its final cries, 

"Breathe deep or else you will die!"

The air ripped deep and filled my lungs

and with water and ice I was downward flung.

Plunging fast toward the earth,

little broccoli trees began to birth,

lakes and rivers winked a glare,

the birds below had quite a scare.

as water and I, somehow still alive,

descended as lightning, could we survive?

I flapped my arms like wings,

but that sent me spinning into things;

Bits of hail deciding if they should melt

latched onto my shirt, making me an icy pelt.

It stung, I was cold, I couldn't feel the wind.

Would the ground's hug be my end?

Yet with all my flailing and screaming

I noticed a trick and thought I must be dreaming;

If I held my arms steady like this or that

I found I could float wherever I like, as a raft!

I twisted my iced limbs to fall more at ease

over a lake and away from the trees.

The giant puddle opened it's maw,

crunched my frozen shell with its jaw.

Who would have guessed the impact it took?

I was a mite jarred and a tiny bit shook.

But because I had taken the advice of the cloud

my lungs were still full and I cheered quite loud

"Hurrah!"  as I burst through the top of the lake.

I was not yet dead but I was tired and ached. 

So I rested a while and dozed off a bit.

Then the sun's rays cast a punch: o what a hit!

The lake, feelings hurt, cried a good bit

but it's tears heated warm and started to lift. 

I was taken up again inside of this steam

as sun kept punching with its heat beam.

From floating on water to floating on air

I'm sure there's a difference but I didn't care. 

The sun warmed my bones as the lake's tears rose

I was warmed from my head down to my toes.

I looked back below just in time to see

winking lakes and rivers smiling at me. 

The broccoli trees waved a hearty goodbye,

I drifted back toward Daddy up high in the sky.

My eyes stopped their seeing down below

and I was covered again in a white shadow.

Thoughts hiding now jumped up front in my mind

and I slowly discovered and grinned in kind;

I had flowed up and down with both kinds of rain

so I wiped off my brow, laughed, and danced on a cloud again.