'I'm drying up,' the river said,
'Soon you'll see my stony bed!'
The clouds replied, 'Now do not fear
for soon the wind will blow us near.'
With that the wind began to blow
upon the clouds that hung so low;
filled with water they skudded by
intent on the river to soon supply
the watery fuel to fill its' bed
so others could be quenched and fed.
Indeed the clouds released their load
making sure that the river flowed
once more in rhythm with seasons' flux
providing refuge for all the ducks
that made their beds upon the shores
of the now filled bed of the river's floors.