One morning at dawn
I saw dark clouds approaching my ground
It looked scary by the sight of it
But I felt relieved for the mud it built
Some find it romantic, the clouds
And I wonder, what is it all about?
The rain, the wet earth
The drenched bodies with exasperated breaths
The food maybe; I thought?
Clouds brought in it all
Hot cup of coffee and some cake
And the enchanting sound of the rain
Kids enjoying the wet grounds
Thunder built excitement all around
No one can tell how bad it might rain
Lets wait and watch nature’s game
From the dry warm sunny bright day
It moved to a drenched cold gloomy night
Shiver running through my spine
With the silence that filled the air
All the chatter has stopped
Kids happy and grown-ups were lost
Some feeling romantic while some depressed
Mood swings set in the rest
My heart racing while I kept thinking
How fragile is the human mind and heart
The clouds played and we danced along
rskoshe 
Such an irony…. The rain that we liked and craved for as kids is the same rain that we curse and crib about now….. As we grow up, we kill the child in us, I suppose.
So true!
Nicely put. Human emotions are like the mighty dark cloud. After it disappears it makes way for mesmerizing sunshine again.
Wonderfully written.. I could actually imagine everything !