When they come together, all bulbous and fat In white and grey or black as a bat It lures me into a whole new psalm Leaving the inside of me all calm
For they too are not calm as they seem With trillions of oozing drops they brim Similar to my bazillion dreams Searching for crevices to sprout in a stream
And when the pressure is aptly right And when the Sun is not that bright They explode in a cheerful blast of shower Gushing to the earth with all their power
Just being there as a minuscule being Envisaging the show of the hydra ring Makes me feel humbled without any doubts Under the umbrella of the cumulonimbus clouds!!!!