HIGH UP IN THE SKY THEY DRIFT,
SOFT AND BILLOWY, A SIGHT TO LIFT,
BUT IN THEIR MIDST LIES A PROMISE TRUE,
OF RAIN TO COME, AND LIFE ANEW; UP IN THE SKY, THE CLOUDS SO WHITE,
A PROMISE MADE, GUARANTEE TO RAIN,
FOR WHEN THEY GATHER, AND WINDS THEY BLOW,
TOMORROW'S RAIN, THEY WILL BESTOW