Grey clouds in the blue sky,
Tell us something new each time.
Clouds follow us wherever we go,
Hold cool shelter upon us in the blazing sun.
Grey as they seem to be,
Cast no shadow do they.
The world only gets greener each day,
As it rains more and more every moment.
Give us the breeze and rainfall they do,
As and when they know that it’s time.
Nothing that we offer can ever be enough,
But the rainfall continues;
So does the increasing insatiable thirst.
Parag Kadam 