So white and bright and full of life,
I know not where they are to fly...
forming a white veil over the earth,
a sight of beauty to all of us.
Cirro - or the wisp of hair,
Alto - O! it flies so high,
Cumulo - always found in heaps,
Strato - those flat layered ones,
i find their names so enthralling...
a wish my fingers could feel them,
to distant lands i wanna fly,
that will never be heard of :)
Curly puffy wispy waves, innocent though
are adept at lashing out upheavals !
Ah! those soothing and welcoming downpours,
quenching the thirsty arid zones,
the peasant feels God just graced his devotion,
to his complete satisfaction.
At times these dark saggy pouches scare me,
especially the vexed loud erratic bolts!
Gosh! Charring all that comes in its way :(
Even then these linear-banded clouds amaze me,
