To Whom It May Concern,
I’ve been thinking, have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a cloud? I bet you haven’t.
I’ve seen you down there, so small, always busy. You can’t imagine what it’s like, being heavier than a mountain, but so empty that you float above, well everything.
I see so much from up here. That’s right. I saw that thing earlier, I bet you thought nobody did.
You know what, I’m full to bursting. I think I’ll give you a shower.
A cloud – you know which one