Cloudes

Different shrouds, Coming into play, They usually come, On a rainy day, 🌦️☁️🌤️ The tears may Fall, And sounds may roar, But the shrouds give life, Upon earths floor, 🌤️🌍🌦️ The shroud gives comfort, And makes you sad, And when you try to do things, It makes you mad, ☁️🌦️🌤️ The blessing is loud, Their being is clear, Cause if it weren't for these Shrouds, We wouldn't be here ☁️🌦️🌤️ They give you shade, From blistering heat, They give you water, Enough to drink, They make you sad, When your feeling blue, They do so much, You never knew, ☁️🌦️🌤️ For you probably know, What I'm saying by now, But life is important, And so are clouds