A cloud is water into the sky. The clouds make funny shapes we wonder why. The clouds have destruction that took many lives. Then we all have whats and whys The clouds make moister, a drop called rain we wonder why it made so much pain The day of that tragic blissful master was the day of that hurtful harming disaster. A storm of rain came that day. We can not forget no throwing away. We can not forget it there’s no way. We can not forget what happed that day.