I saw the nimbus approaching,
it was wicked in it’s destructive power.
I thought, I should bow down,
as it wasn’t meant for shower.
I ran restlessly and left myself in the cellar,
then suddenly it became numb and calm.
I came out and found the cloud all reclusive,
I stood there giving my company and palm.
He told me he wasn’t a grim reaper,
but a chivalric spark.
After all, clouds too have silver lightening,
they aren’t always dark.
Then he opened his wings of water; and roared as if he owned that moment,
my ears went lifeless but they didn’t torment.
He danced elegantly splashing water here and there,
few drops landed on my palm which still I stare.
He bid me adieu and hugged me with his arms of peace,
I went to oblivion and curtain of life fell which I never cease.