The cloud

There was a cloud that had no shape. The cloud was grey and carried weight. The cloud saw what its rain could do, make forests green and crystal streams flow. The cloud saw a dying man, walking the earth in pain. Rain makes the forest flourish, to this man it would do the same. The cloud followed and constantly released its weight, the man ran for cover but could not escape. The man grew tired and knew his fate, he fell to his knees, looked up at the cloud with a smile, then face down. The cloud felt proud that he made the man smile, it rained even harder now. The man was covered in weight, the man was no more. The cloud released all of his weight and slowly began to dissipate.

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