How they are made, I just wonder,
During monsoon, they rain and thunder.
Cover the sky, either black or white,
Sun disappears, they block its light.
Make weather cool, we all just like,
Sometimes scary when lightning strike.
When you are above them, it looks very cool,
Looking down the plane, they appear like wool.
Sometimes when angry, they sound so loud,
During one trekking I walked in a cloud.
When a child, watched clouds so many times,
Imagining their figure as a singer singing rhymes.
Sometimes it looks as they are in your range,
Here too there in seconds, their shape also changes.