Rain Cloud If I were a rain cloud, I'd probably get stuck in a tree. If I were a rain cloud, I'd soar higher than a cloud probably should be. Would it rain when I was sad, or thunder when I am mad? If I were a rain cloud, there's nothing I couldn't see. Hanging overhead, to cast a cooling shadow. A rain cloud I would be, strong, true, and fearsome. Or black, purple, and blue, full of rage and terror. I could drop a funnel of wind and rain, destroy what's in my path. If I were a rain cloud, I'd make sure that everyone would feel my wrath. No more wrongs committed against me; as a rain cloud I would be free. No one could ever think twice about wanting to hurt or harm poor little rain cloud me. I would be unstoppable, cruel and mean, full of despair. Revenge would be on my mind. Blowing down trees, flooding the streets, scaring small things. No, I would not be kind! Being a rain cloud, I could see every evil deed, and all would suffer. If I was a rain cloud, I wouldn't just rain on your parade, I'd wash it away!