I am a cloud.
I am floating above the world, looking down on it's splendor. The sun warms my back and the breeze cools my body. All is right with the world as I drift along, billowing, growing. Birds flo through me, planes fly over me, kites fly beneath me. I am surrounded by life, and I am happy. I continue to grow until I can hold no more, then I become the rain.
Now I am the rain.
I am falling down to the ground. The skies have darkened, the birds are hiding, and I can no longer see the world. Lightning crashes around me as I continue my descent to the earth. Nothing can stop this fall, I will end up at the bottom.
Now I am but a puddle.
I am stepped on by the world, pressed into the earth. Dirty, avoided and unappreciated. Stagnant and still, I can only gaze back up at the sky I once soared in. But I will be absorbed into the earth. I will nourish the flowers and animals around me. I will flow into rivers and dance majestically through the rocks, I will be the mist around a waterfall. I will be the wave crashing against the beach. And then I will evaporate, and ascend back into the skies to begin the process anew.
Now, I am a cloud again.