(rest of quote inside)? swinging through the mountains was a cloud, a lonely whisp, till deafened mottle, thunder clap, a storm brewed voice spoke with a lisp: "i love thee cloud and ever will. thy thentheth be fulfilled, for what'th not thee in all the world that ithn't all unto thy will? the water and the mountainth and the animalth and planth - tith all for thee, tith for thy love, tith all a heav'nly danth" the cloud looked all about perchance to see the formless voice, but when he called, he had the voice and it was not after his choice. "the voith ith mine" called out the cloud, and with the shout a lightnin' rod. "well that explainth" exclaimed the cloud "i'm thuch a lucky little thod" so when you're caught beneath a storm and thunder cracks about your ears, just know another little cloud is being reminded why he's here.