The bright blue sky attracts me the most
Intermittent white clouds like snow, crowning the view
I often sit near my windowsill looking out, absorbing the beauty of them floating
Right now they were here and now nowhere
Leaving no mark but surely an impact which lingers on with me.
And sometimes it is cloudy
Their complexion turns from white to grey, until they are dark witholding the precipitation
The parched soil awaits its share of shower, after all the clouds were formed when she allowed evaporation
And then they fulfil their promise, soaking her making her content.
It rained all night!
And then the dawn cleared with the Sun ready to shine
Its first rays, the red ones bringing life and warmth all around
That is what it is, Megha; the clouds and Rohit; the first rays of the Sun!
