Cactus and the Cloud part 2

There was a lady named Crystal 

She was a cloud 

Blessed with a gift 

She could shape shift 

And with the help of the sun 

She was an artist 

Together they would paint the sky

She was good friends with the moon too 

Charcoal etchings across the night 

Crystal also had a curse 

When she rained she poured 

And poured herself into puddles of a person. 

As beautiful as she was 

She would shape shift 

Because 

she didn't truly know 

Who she was 

So she traveled the world 

With the push of the wind 

Roaming city to city 

As a cloud or a lady 

She had tenacity

And she loved being free 

And she loved finding new people to meet 

Helping along the way

Raining here and there 

Flowing gracefully in and out of people's lives 

storming when necessary 

Forming new bonds 

Creating new selves 

Finding new inspiration 

Until one day

She came across a desert, 

And on in the desert she spotted a tree 

She approached as a gentle rain 

Her finger tips forming as droplets fell on his green skin

She Felt on his pain