The Clouds

Soft, vapour laden carrier of the rain
Moving from one direction to another
Opening the door of their treasure for all lands
Barren or fertile
Converting the dry land into the 'glistening expanse' of verdure
And permeating the fertile one
with more strength and splendour
They are the messengers of comfort
They absorb the intensity of the sun
And protect us from heat and discomfort
These tourists present us the gifts of peace and contentment.

by Mohammad Akmal Nazir

Comments (1)

The poem compels us to think about the clouds for you've depicted it nicely. Of course, they are the harbinger of greenery along with pleasure of freshness.