CLOUDS

         Hey amazing  clouds,
        One of nature's miracles

        Wonder what magic you know,
        To keep us mesmerised forever.
   
          

        It's hard to decide, whether, 
        To call you  friends or foes,
       Sometimes you  are saviours,
       Sometimes deadly marauders.

        As  messengers of  pleasant relief,
        You are welcomed  by one and all,
        When sighted in a far-off  corner,
        Of the blazing summer sky.

     Bending down on the dry earth,
      On a burning afternoon hour,
     You appear like  merciful angels,

      Carrying blissful showers. 
        

      Bringing gifts of God's mercy,
      In the form of pleasant showers,
      To  rejuvenate its famished face,
     Along with its countless creatures. 

       Even the scary noise of thunder,
      That comes along your trail, 
       Feels sweet  like musical notes,              
       To the anxious waiting ears. 

       You sure are loved and adored,
       For all your benevolent gifts,
       But the other side of your face,
       Is full of threatening gestures.

       When you  show sound and fury,
       Repeating thunder and lightning,
       Even after  long spells of rain, 
       That's more than enough to sustain.
    

      These frightening  moods of yours  
      Are  most  unpleasant to bear
     Pray, show them seldom or never
     Coming only as cherished visitors.