Cloud Jumping Every time I try to jump up to touch the black clouds,what bothers me most is that you can’t even enjoy falling back to the ground, because it’sa second of coming to the ground and then, “Whump!” you’ve touched it. I can’t jump very high.I can jump rope though, I used to pretend that the rope was a big white fluffy cloud, so I didn’tmind when I accidentally tripped over it. I would just imagine being on a large fluffy cloud,carrying me home, becoming my best friend, walking me to school every morning. When I was little,I thought the clouds had hope. I thought there were little angels hiding in there, all rosycheeked and kind. Then they would hug me and lead me to a perfect, loving family. Now that I'molder, I know better. I know no family, perfect or not, will get me, because I already have one, nomatter how horrible they are to me. And I’m old enough to know that angels don’t exist, and thoselittle winged creatures in all the paintings are just figments of a very religious painter’s imagination.Anyways, the clouds are dark now. It’s going to rain, but I don’t want to go insideto my horrible family. I remember that in science class, we learned that the clouds have so much rainin them that eventually they let it all go. But I’ve always wondered, how do they let rain go? Dothey have little trapdoors on the bottom of them? Or do they just explode, into a million hopelessblack pieces?