I roll in silently
or with explosive thunder,
water dripping quietly
or a storm caused by a blunder.
I can laugh at my destruction,
or be quiet in my thoughtful deduction.

I hear some kids
asking for me to go away.
I deny them with my rainy lids,
for this is my type of play.
I rumble, and grumble,
as along my path i bumble.

I quietly go to sleep,
my energy deflates
I lose my color that is so deep
I begin to fade from these gates,
I disperse from this crowd
for I am a cloud.