I wrote this a long time ago, at a time when i was discovering the power of words, and when I realized that I enjoy writing.  

Tie a rope to the clouds
and pull and pull and pull them away –
the strong grey menacing clouds
that have soaked this dreary part of my world,
the stair like steps splashing hard, big splashes,
though bringing a freshness to
the greenery around.

Every raindrop is a blessing, a prayer,
sent out to God
and an answered prayer
falling down;
creating the perfect creation that
God has made,
tie a rope to the clouds
and pull and pull and pull them away –
to a faraway land.