There is this cloud
It hovers above me
Swirling with darkness and thunder clapping loud
I try to flee to safety
But it follows hastily
Screaming "There is no escaping me!"
I fall to my knees
begging this cloud, "please..."
But my words could not appease
It said, "I will follow you across the seas,
Up the mountains, threw the trees,
With running there is nothing to gain,
In your moment of weakness I will begin the rain"