I always wonder
Who makes the clouds
For it is a task
For delicate hands
It must require a lot of time
But no one except the creator of clouds would have
That much time
Sometimes it’s a fluffy sheep
Others it’s a smooth horse
Sometimes they have to fill
The clouds with water
To save the Villages
In which the most devotees of God live
From the droughts of the season of summer
The creator of clouds
I shall name
After my pottery teacher
Whose name is Chris
Chris shall make a cloud
Oh watch it go by
Off to save the village
Full of devotees
But midway it encounters a plane
Who bursts the whole cloud
Causing it to burst
All the water flowing down
Makes the village flood up
Now the Sun shall come
And evaporate the water
Causing another drought but
Do not worry as Chris is here