essay on autobiography of a cloud
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I stay high up over the hills in the air. I don't have any home. I drift anywhere my fancy takes me. The earth and water are my parents. When i love it, I pour down as rain and be a part of them again. I am happiest once I touch the earth and water with my droplets. humans name me the cloud.
During warm days, I take start as water vapour and rise up the sky. The wind and my very own lightness take me upwards. Higher and better I move, until I can move on further. I rest for a mass. I don't have any precise shape. I am certainly made of hundreds of thousands of tiny droplets of water.
I start to flow in the route of the wind. By this time I am so heavy that I can't maintain myself any more. The second I strike towards a mountainside, I start to pour. I collapse in the form of rain drops with tremendous speed. The parched earth beverages me up thirstily. I continue to pour until I don't have any extra water droplets left. I leave the earth looking clean and green.
I even have many moods. In my irritated temper I am black and I display my anger through the sound of thunder. In my calmer temper I am white and I make a lovely contrast with the clean blue sky. But what I like best is to drift lazily over the earth and watch the rivers and green fields and the humans running on them. They look so tiny from up there. Sometimes I feel sorry for the massive crowds of human beings going about their tough lives. I then realize that I am satisfied because I am free.
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