Heartless, But Still Pulsing

What does it take for the clouds to know
What to do before it rains?
A certain strangle from the fog makes me feel this way.
Choking in mid air as it falls to the floor,
The raindrops from my eyes make me bleed once more.
As the clouds collide and shock the world with a deadly view,
The figure drains from within.
But every time I dream of a cloud crying in the sky…
I think of you.