Like a single dark cloud upon a virgin blue sky,

I am the very picture of inadequacy.

And yet, when I’m done raining

My few insignificant drops,

And I’ve turned all white,

Like I used to be, but not quite,

I wish I could return to that darkness

When I still had something to give.

Still, it’s not for a cloud to ponder over its purpose.

When it bears no rain, at the very least,

It exists, to give the sky some depth.