Plane flying went

I

looked out my

port only

to see on wing-

tips edge a

baby cloud

hanging on as

if enjoying the

ride and all.

 

Pilot looks, and

plane does hooks

trying to say

to cloud

goodbye.

But, the little

cloud still hangs

on. Now comes

walking down wing

looks at me

through the port,

sticks out tongue

and makes a

nasty face!

Naughty cloud,

I retort!

 

Then,

along comes a

big cloud in

speedy kick

waving a thunder-

clap like a

spanking stick.

 

Little cloud

apprehended by

its mother,

so it seems

harsh judgment

rendered to the

little puffs back-

side, and much

more than one

tear streams.

 

Say

do you

think this is

how rain

is

made?