written by: Goutam
I know why the clouds come rushing in!
Even the hills cannot pose a barrier
To their eagerness
And childlike exuberance.
They descend in droves,
Roll down the slopes of the hills,
Sometimes in a trot
And at times in a canter.
The wind, lending a pair of jogging feet
To the clouds
As they race to reach
This piece of heaven,
Where the cascading waterfall
Sings a song of homecoming,
As it merges with the brook
Weaving its way through the hills.
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