I live high, high in the sky;
The sky is higher than me,
And over that is space, full of space,
But I’m only in the sky,
I grow and grow when they come in,
I grow shorter when they go out,
I make the world satisfied,
When I nurture the ground,
But some people think I’m chaotic
Rumbling and rolling where ever I go,
I pour out on to the concrete jungle,
I’m the light for the light and arid,
I’m the dark for the packed and blocked
I seem frightening from far,
But I give life, and clean the dust
Who am I?
I am your friendly neighborhood cloud.
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