by Matthew Azordegan
The cloud knows when to rain.
It knows how to reach
One place to the next.
It flies away once the place is filled,
With a wet coat from the storm.
The cloud fills the world with happiness
After a cold, hard rain.
The cloud knows how to be different things
For different people among it.
It can cross the sky like a plane,
Gracefully gliding away from you.
The cloud knows how to make fish come out.
It can also be in a dream.
The cloud can make the world come out
And make the sky so blue.
Art by Victoria Wang, Grade 8