The Wind and the Cloud

I'm bored, so let me chase you around.
The wind said to the cloud.
It will be fun to play with you,
you are so well endowed.
I guarantee I'll make you fly,
like a birdie in the sky.

The cloud was in a pensive mood
trying to check her tears.
She wondered if the naughty wind
would listen to her fears.
He most likely wouldn't care,
she concluded in despair.

The wind waited, impatient,
seeking some sign of consent.
Patience gone, he disappeared,
whereupon the cloud burst into tears.