the boy and the cloud

and so the boy poked the cloud
he hoped it would move.
he jammed his finger into the cloud but nothing occurred.
even after he jammed his whole hand into the cloud
it did not move.
so he left.
after a day or two he returned.
the cloud had moved.
it was farther but it still was the same size.
he poked it again.
he continued poking it for hours.
then..POP
it shattered
but first there was rain
then there were flowers
sad, droopy flowers.
he didn't poke them,
he found another cloud and poked that instead.
every time, his finger was engulfed by a beautiful  crystallized cloud for seconds
 but it would be poked and jammed for days
poor little cloud
No one heard it scream.