The Little Cloud

The Little Cloud

A little cloud went floating by,
High above the trees so high.
It waved hello to birds and bees,
And danced along the summer breeze.

It saw a kite up in the air,
And gave a puff to help it there.
Then dropped a sprinkle—just a drop,
Enough to make the flowers hop!

It giggled soft, then said goodbye,
And painted rainbows in the sky.