One look outside
says it all.
The sun in a mellow mood
has decided to take off
to new areas.

Grey clouds make merry
but the clever sun saunters back,
now and then, to
keep them in check.

Noticing a forlorn looking,
once green pal below,
smart grey clouds arrive
at a quick decision.

It's  time to
step up their act...
for the umbrella dance
and paper boat races
to begin

but the 'waiting-in-the-fold'
wind, wanting to
draw attention to itself,
has already made plans.

Entering with gusto,
it blows the errant clouds away
and the sun, witnessing this,
arrives with a sigh,

a sigh, that signals 'no rest'
and decides to finish its task...
filling the sand with patterns.

Far far away, kids at play,
notice thunder clouds
hovering ominously above and
gaily stretch out their arms,
in a bid to catch the
cool raindrops, long awaited,
while sceptical grandpa,
shaking his head in disbelief,
demands to know...
are they are real?