Not all clouds
Hovering above
Are conspiring,
To stir up a giant storm,
Or an unpleasant downpour.
Some are looking over us
In the illusion
Of shielding us,
From the harsh summer sun.
Some are teasing us
With drizzles
Just enough,
To irrigate the fields,
And to rejuvenate us,
Maybe kindle that old,
Carefully hidden romance,
Or fill the garden with scents,
To put is in that mood,
Of gardening again.
Not all clouds
Hovering above
Are conspiring against us,
Some are reminding us
That we are alive,
And that clouds are important,
For life.
// Not All Clouds // 20.4.22
© Snehal Deb