Nimbus

I lay on the wet prickly grass and gazed

Winter sun is a tender solace

Sky filled with detached wispy clouds

Here and there flip and flop 

Setting sun changes hues of silky clouds

I recalled they are called cirrus clouds

Detached delicate flowing across skies 

Like the little child's boundless laughter!!

Winters waved good bye went to sleep

Spring in its glory woke up from slumber

There was spring in my steps too

Colours decorated the mighty boughs

Pinks purples reds and yellows 

Flowery carpets filled the hearts and streets

Spring is an ineffable yearning and living 

It's must and just, like a Mother's love!!

As sun grew fierce and furious

Beads of sweat on my temples

Nostalgia of raw mangoes and pickles 

Of handfans and shrill voices on air cooler

Summer has kicked in and how 

Time to nest and energise

Summertimes are to rejoice 

It's like a starched cotton saree stiff and grace!

Sun's infamous for parching away 

Gentle warmth turns into onerous heat 

Too much of anything I propose 

Is almost always a bait 

The demure heat moves up to vapour

Skies sun and clouds patch up together

There appears dark clouds ready to pour

Nimbus is like Divine's grace when in need!

Fragrance when raindrops touch the earth

Mighty thunder and hail to cool the hearth

As I watch by the window, I see

Nature cares and caresses its wounds 

Gently with fondness and devotion

I closed my eyes to the pitter patter

Inhaling the fragrance of truth

I nurse away my wounds and blues!