Friday, 7 September 2012


On the blue field, above our heads, 
Lies sunlight on its cotton beds.
Some are gray some are white,
And some let through the sunlight
Together they form a dark blanket
And then comes a gush of wind like a  rapid,
A sudden flash of light,
Obscured by the clouds, on the height
Some roaring sounds,
Then the rain surrounds.
After a while, the clouds lift,
Letting the sunlight come in like mist.
The sun's rays like a child's laughter,
Lights up everything thereafter.