Clouded

The North is really grumpy today. Something about a giant rock that wouldn’t budge, everybody could feel the tension in the air. An impending blast cleaves my Momma-Cloud into two and my twin and I are born. We Clouds do not have genders but I would like to think of her as my sister mainly because she was glowing a warm yellow when I first lay my eyes on her and I figured a brother would be reasonably blue. It is fairly unlikely that I would see her again in my lifetime of 2 human hours. Farewell my twin. Let’s go look at the world now.

Mm it’s so much blue-r than I thought it would be. Mother had told us stories about it having so many beings that have so much emotion that they were just like us Clouds in a manner of speaking, a fluff ball ever changing and ever moving. ‘Humans’, she called them. They look fascinating, and all so different it’s hard to imagine that they came from one. What a beautiful world, I must get closer.

I see one that’s throwing small stones on a still lake with his children. It is warping my image in the water but I don’t mind because they look so happy. It must be summer now and I am the only cloud in the bright blue sky. Oh look there’s a park! I see children running around and their parents keeping an eye on them to make sure that they’re safe. A family of three is sitting on a patch of grass with a basket of food and the father is helping the baby to walk into her mother’s outstretched arms. A young boy throws a small stick and his puppy rushes after the stick to fetch it, wagging its tail in excitement. Wait why is that couple pointing at me? Is something wrong? He said that I looked like a teapot with steam blowing. That’s not very nice of him to say but she’s laughing anyway and he’s looking at her thinking how did he get to be so lucky. That’s Love? I see it everywhere.

An oddly dressed man with hair as silver as I, walks on with a cane in one hand and Petunias in another. He slides through a rusty gate and towards a stone that says the name of his beloved. He takes off his hat and lays down the flowers on the grave. He prays for his departed wife to find peace and I pray with him. Oh to be loved and to have lost!

This looks like an important street, hundreds of people hurriedly walking in random directions, some even colliding but not stopping to apologize; nobody takes notice of me or even looks up. I see the homeless asking for spare change but nobody stopping to help their fellow men. How rude. What is more important than compassion?

What is this new place that my companion Mr. Breeze has brought me to? What is that loud booming noise? And why are the humans here so scared of other humans? Why do they hurt each other? Are they not brothers and sisters coming from the same Mother Nature? I see machines that spit fire. Did the humans make them just to hurt someone?

Something stings. It began some time ago but I cannot ignore it anymore. i can feel it changing my body into something harmful, something poisonous. Smoke rising from the earth maligns my very soul and I struggle to save what is good in me but I’m wrinkly and old now. I have become a tumultuous mass of grey with only a few strokes of white in it. I must rush away from this place; I cannot look at the Humans suffering anymore.

It causes me so much anguish being a mere observer in the destruction of everything that is good and pure and truly human. I’m wailing now, lamenting the loss of immense potential for love and compassion that the humans have suffered. The pain is searing through my body in the form of lightening now, chipping away at the walls of my heart that is filled with despair and ready to burst.

I break down in a dense forest and let it all go. I am crying now, slowly melting into my own sorrows. Shrouded in green, this forest shall be my final resting place.

The world of Humans isn’t for me.