I call it the Hesitant Season!
Leaves don't move until they have wind's word,
And that makes the air awkward around.
Stars don't shine till they clouds move,
And that makes them lose their glow.
Yet we all walk around and around,
Noticing less of the nature's frown.

I've been there,
Fading out and in,
Like a cloud of rin.
Speaking up the words,
No one hears- I burst.
Sometimes I fly in the air,
Levitate and boom, I'm not there!