As i see the clouds, scattered in the sky..
I am amazed at their efforts, each time they pass by.
For some they are apprehension, for some romantically bright..
To me they are the darks, trying to turn light.
For they carry the water, with a roar, all the way..
And sprinkle the droplets, wherever they may.
They are peaceful and serene once their task is done.
But till the work is over, they wait for none.