The Cloud sees differently from the Rain,
It has an objective view rather than one that is subjective.
The Cloud notices mostly harsh truths and pain,
The Rain cannot look past their own directive.
The Cloud shifts not from its stance,
Not without a harsher truth and more brutal deliverance.
The Rain is ever changed by naught but a glance,
A gentle wind or a twisted path of fading footprints.
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They both have eyes,
And both have a differing ways of refractive the light.
Both wear a sheer disguise,
Hiding in plain sight.
One hides better,
The other worse.
One is a heavy hitter,
The other a being of force.
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The Rain can calm others,
But it cannot calm its own strife.
The Cloud can know what bothers,
But it cannot understand another's way of life.
The Rain seeks to wash away worries,
The Cloud seeks to culls them.
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They both can hurry,
But neither rushes past their gem.
The Sky is why they exist,
It is why they join forces.
They are at its behest,
Ever a weapon that scorches.