The Lazy Cloud

“May you rain?”
They all ask.
“May I not,
May I sit and rest in the sky,
May I rest while the sun is hot.
May I stay in this drifting draught.
And let I float on a breeze-pulled raft.”   

And I can see down below,
The gums in a blow,
Whistling and whirling because they know!
They know that the water is over their tops
They know that soon there will be happy crops.

The water dances high in the air,
The water dances everywhere.