Friday 7 September 2012



Clouds


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.