Clusters of clouds roving high, <br />Parented by Mother Earth and sky, <br />With rivers that ran like blood in her vein <br />She gave birth to clouds to reap some rain <br />Then they were old enough <br />To roam about in their father’s turf <br />Mother earth kept a watchful eye <br />Come what may, she won’t let them dry. <br />Strong winds suddenly grew, <br />Turbulence made clouds run askew, <br />Lightening glared, thunders boomed, <br />Clouds feared they would be doomed, <br />Scared and weakened they started to rain, <br />Returning back to mother’s plane. <br />She hugged and kissed and soaked every drop <br />Preserved safely, to bring them back again.<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-41/
