Did you know that the clouds are my friends. No, I'm not kidding, their my special friends high in the sky and keep an eye on me and the things I love. Yes, that's right they've been keeping their eyes on you. They've seen how you act when I'm not around. The way you talk to the others when my back is turned. They seen right through you, that would explain why they've grown so dark and so angry. They cry for me, they rage and thunder for me. Knowing who you truly are now, and they want you out of my life and out of their sight. To have you buried and rain until flowers grow from your new home in the Earth. But despite it all why am I in my favorite yellow raincoat with the boots and umbrella to match standing outside your door for?
