The only lonely ocean was just sitting like a puddle when a crooked cloud on withered winds came floating in unsubtle. "Up above to rain my friendship from a sea so far away" said the cloud now effervescent as her pores began to drain. And they spilled and dripped quite nicely in the day but oh not nightly for those times when moon was in the blue they fell in storms of lightning and the only lonely ocean felt the raindrops hit his head as he waved above to whom he loved for lifting off his dread.