The cloud was a freight train
Casting bright shadows
From the light of the mountain
All across the Au revoir valley
It screamed "Jerry was right
about the lovely bookshelf of sadness
at the base of Mount Fuji,
quiet quitting its library job."
Old Buddy will be able to
pick up the slack when
The rainfall leads to
An increase in dropouts
The cloud made no shadows
in this quick valley
She said she'd go to Tenareeffee
And learn to cast transfiguration spells
Salty-wet ocean rain,
far from the happiness of a low-cloud day
Scent of red-wine on rolling waves of thunder
Shadowless cloud.