The cloud is thickest at the edges
Lined with a hard coat
To keep out the world below
It hovers above
Afraid of what it sees
And each raindrop
Tries to writhe away
But it falls
And we drink it
Desperate to
Have its magic.

Fly within
And it's a kingdom of sun
Of light inside
A misleading mist
It is most gentle at the centre
And go in to find
Your eye of the most wonderful
Storm.

They fly on by
Tiptoeing over the mountains
Dancing over the cityscape
One day they will see the ocean
And one day so will I.