I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers.

I don’t want to be the cloud on a summer’s day.

I don’t want to be the one to shower on sand pit.

I don’t want to be the one to dim the ray.

But I am a cloud and I am full of rain.

I need to release, but I keep it in until I feel pain.

I hold it tight inside my fluff, but it must come out and I must give up.

I don’t want to be the one to ruin a perfect day.

Have they not had enough?

I can’t keep it in, I must allow the rain.

I release the water and begin to fade.

But as I do I feel a warmth from behind.

I turn myself and the light almost blinds.

The spectrum of colour we call a rainbow has come out and it’s all because I freed myself.

I didn’t try to be something I wasn’t.

I am a raincloud and I’m not a weed, I’m a blossom.