I stand in the rain and stair at the lonely clouds. So sad. No one to talk to and alone. Even though they graze above the earth forever? So many people below looking up at them. And not one of them talks to the clouds? So disappointing. We have not the smallest amount of decency for those who may not even be human but have feeling like our own. I will talk to them. They can share their troubles with me and I will spend all of my precious time listening to their worries. Their fears. The trouble they have staying so high in the sky. Not allowed to come down. Alone forever. I cry for them. So they don't have to waist their tears on us.