Ode to the moving clouds

As I sit on my porch

 I see clouds passing by

Will they halt for me to talk

 ‘Nay’ they say

“We are in mission mode

Have to rush

 And reach the mountains with all our might

A little wind may sometimes help

Most of the time we push ourselves”


I feel so sad I have nowhere to go


I try to tell the marching clouds

The route they follow is not the normal course

The rain they carry is not to soak

Give our share before you go

Sprinkle a little on the roads

Bring a smile to thirsty folks


They hardly wait to hear me out

Ahead they troop with little care

Ready to cause havoc

In places I don’t know where