Cloudburst

Jonathan turned into a cloud
On the way to visit his aunt
“Jonathan, you come down from there,”
And Jonathan said, “I can’t”

So Jonathan floated aloft instead
Casting shadows upon the ground
“I made a bunny and a dog,” he said
But his auntie merely frowned

All the week long Jonathan sailed
Holding moisture, making shade
And when auntie’s Sunday paper came
Jonathan rained on her Parade