I look at up
I find,
The Sky is everywhere
open and vast.

And then I want to fly,
Like a cloud ready to rain.

So I can move to your town,
find you sitting at the window.

Lost in deep thoughts, I am unaware about.
And I will fall in your front yard,
make your thoughts wet.

And, compel you to think more, and more.
Then you look at up the sky.

You will find the same sky.
And you will wish to be a wind, wandering and come to my town.

You find me, with arms spread wide to the sky.