Clouds From The Diary Of Garima Chhajed

Clouds, clouds of different shapes,

Clouds, clouds, some look like grapes.

Wherever you are, look up in the sky

You’ll find clouds soaring high!

During summers, the clouds are white,

Stuck close together in a continuous fight!

Some clouds allow to pass sunlight,

While others are just too bright.

Whereas in monsoons the clouds are dark,

No one is found playing in the park.

Black skies are very often seen,

The land turns into a clean, darker shade of green.

Unlike all other seasons, winters’ is unique

Great clouds don’t have a fat cheek.

Cause in winter there is not a cloud,

If you think there is, don’t believe the crowd.