I was sitting on my terrace, <br />A smile lit up my face. <br />As I looked up <br />Sipping tea from my blue cup. <br /> <br />The sky was overcast, <br />I don’t know when was the last <br />Time I felt so serene and gay. <br />It had to be due to the cool breeze, rare in May. <br /> <br />In no time it started to pour, <br />A tiny black bird came to rest at my door. <br />It looked disheveled as it was soaked to the skin. <br />I felt she was in some way my kin. <br /> <br />The colors, shapes, capricious moods of nature <br />Filled me with a sense of wonder. <br />And I thought what fun the creator <br />Must have had letting his imagination wander. <br /> <br />After a hot April, the cool air was a treat, <br />And I let my senses feast <br />On the beauty around me, <br />Isn’t it sad we are too busy to see <br />That God is present everywhere, <br />We just forget to stand and stare.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/capricious-moods-of-nature/
