Clusters of clouds roving high,
Parented by Mother Earth and sky,
With rivers that ran like blood in her vein
She gave birth to clouds to reap some rain
Then they were old enough
To roam about in their father’s turf
Mother earth kept a watchful eye
Come what may, she won’t let them dry.
Strong winds suddenly grew,
Turbulence made clouds run askew,
Lightening glared, thunders boomed,
Clouds feared they would be doomed,
Scared and weakened they started to rain,
Returning back to mother’s plane.
She hugged and kissed and soaked every drop
Preserved safely, to bring them back again.
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-41/
