Perspective. 

It’s probably the same air that they’re breathing 

But one sees the cloud, the other, a silver lining. 

A homeless man was screaming today 

It was directed at monsoons ripe cloud. 

Reeking with moisture was his Bed of hay

But the rains had made a farmers harvest proud 

This is probably life, I guessed? 

Where one gets the pain, 

The other gets the best 

It’s probably the same air that they’re breathing 

But one sees the cloud, the other, a silver lining.