The Cloud Returns

My peachy clouds have reappeared,
they drifted for a while,
dropping rain on arid lands,
then hope turns to a smile.

Without the rain there is no growth,
many lives are lost,
without the rain to nourish,
there is a heavy cost.

When my clouds return to me,
the sky becomes a wonder,
when my clouds grow heavy,
I hear the sound of thunder.

On the hills do sit my clouds,
soon now they shall go,
fresh winds they shall carry them,
to where new life shall grow.