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.