There were intreprid clouds, heavy nimbus, shades of violet, purple, grays and a peculiar orange circumscribing the skies. Fields of yonder, accustomed to the Sunshine, its dazzle and warmth.. wanted the soothe of the rain drops, the first mirth of the fertility awaiting the green grass and flowers of all colors.. the scent of the earth and the song of the air on beats of thunder. And so it rained. It rained, clouds of the South Sky did pour. Drenched Soul.. Soaring spirits. Love, may be.
....before there was the first inflorescence, colors vanished away from the flower palettes. May be it rained too heavy. May be it dint rain as much..
Charm, as it is, what goes around comes around..some molten shades, evaporated and amalgamated in the clouds that had decided to pour. They came with the show of glamour, lightening along to keep the Earth mesmerized And like a magician, the clouds did spellbound the Earth, which was more than ever young this season. But it dint go as the usual song would recite. Clouds had their own plans, their own favorite piece of land which they wanted to soak. My dear Earth, happy with some rains somewhere , hopeful of the clouds that would come and pour unconditionally.
(Unconditional, has a clause yet of having no condition. Expectations seeps in, in form of being formless.)
And the Earth, yearning and learning, passively. Praying some rains, though dismaying the clouds. Nature has its own plan, destiny its own. Dried up earth was soon to be sold.
And then it was to happen. Divinity into action. This time of the celesta, the darkest clouds, thick with hues of gravity, each shade conveying its own virtue. The smoked browns talked of the experiences carried along while floating till this patch of Land, blues talking of the depth the cloud had, the intensity it had, the rains it can cast. Grays telling the stories of the unexpected , the Blacks talking aloud of the ability to engulf, some White here and there telling of the silence that wisdom attains and that glistening violet, the unending enigma! This was it. The rains were to come... it had to pour. The bosom of the Earth had to be damp. It had to be damp to be off the enrapture of being barren . Be off the mirage of clouds. For this time it was real. It was to stay. Forever.
And it rained. There was a melody in the heart of the Earth, there was a poem in the rain drops, there was harmony in nature. A Love Song was born. Perpetual One.
Neither the drought nor the flood. Gods were personally monitoring the symphony.
...In the far yet clearly visible infinite was the spectacular divine unison of the Earth n Rain Clouds..one reaching to seek, other seeking to give.
However the harsh fact remains, unwashed - Two worlds, One cloud. Art takes over science as clouds decide how and when to pour where.