I'm flying thru the colorful sky,
Bouncing from cloud to cloud,
Smiling and laughing at the sun.
The texture of the clouds is soft,
It resemble marshmallows.
When I taste it, seems like eating rain,
Soft and sweet rain, with an inch of strawberry.
My hair get frizzy when a thunder struck the earth.
Disappointed and kind of embarrassed, I burst into laugh and went back home.