She leapt off the tower, so He made her a cloud.
And He made her float along, and when she saw
beautiful, happy things, she filled up as a heart
does, and showered joy upon them, tears pouring when
she remembered she would never have that. But
then He sent her over the homeless, over the abused and
hopeless. Over the bloody fields of war and the mourning
families of the fallen, and she filled with despair and
anger that there was nobody willing to speak up and
help. She became so angry that her cloud form could no
longer contain her, and she evaporated. Unable to even
rain upon the needy, she regretted her choice and
wished to no longer be only a useless cloud, crying at
her own sorrows, and merely observing the pain of
others. And He heard her wish, and felt her regret, and sent
her drifting to the top of her tower and evaporated
her and precipitated her once more as a human, where
she awoke from the ground, and thanked her brain for
such an inspiring dream in her purposeless life.
A/N I know this one doesn't have much imagery, mostly narration, but I hope you liked it alright :)
