Sad Cloud.

It's sad to believe that I once was a cloud full of life and abundance, but when the rains came, squeezed out of me, for the satisfaction of the farmers that, prayed and called out to me, I was left high flying and dry. I once was a bicon of life and smiled around me all day, everyday. now I'm only hustling to survive, mowing life, to make my own way. I feel dead inside sometimes, but I still lift up my hands hoping for another cloud, could see me and pour down life into me, because it's heartbreaking to believe, that the fields I grew and the lives I fixed, homes I fed, and smiles I bred, all look at me like a dried up dread a waste, this isn't my anxiety speaking no, it's my heart letting you know, I am tired of feeling alone.