A dark cloud, a Pooh cloud, follows thoughtfully overhead.
I cannot seem to lose it; it shadows me everywhere I go, full of
It grows heavier and heavier with each step, and
soon will release a torrent upon my head.
I have no protection once the cloud erupts;
my umbrella is broken, turned completely inside out.
Ah! There he is – my Christopher Robin!
Sunshine has smashed through the sky, full of