You are a cloud floating above. You're the one that's moving past the others, faster and with more purpose. Like you have a mission.
You started off light and innocent, fluffy white. But then the closer you got, the darker you became. You were dark, angry and falling down like you couldnt get there fast enough.
You always make sure there's someone to watch you falling. Afterall, the thunderstorm you bring deserves some respect.
But you're eager to fly the next day, you can't accept to be a poodle. So you go back up again.
And the cycle continues. Your only escape is to turn into a flood.
But life has other plans in mind for you.
Eventually, you'd exhauste yourself. Falling. Falling. Falling.
And one magical day, you're contained.
P.S. I (obviously) have a thing for clouds.