To The 'Love The Clouds'

On The Cloud

She was staring at the wall of water,
what was falling from above high.
As in a mirror image
she saw her flowing life.
The umbrella above her head was held
grateful that she had him.
The drops merged, they flowed,
she admired how much she beat.

And she had such peace in her,
as they bounced upwards
a simple melody in its nature.
Light cut the air
and she felt safe.
Only an umbrella over her head
and despite that it didn't get wet.
Or was it standing on a cloud?