The gray skies,
with the silver clouds
rushed towards Me
with the roars they made
when they struck,
I felt as they were,
My friends, As they
reflected My deepest heart,
And the rains fell,
We both cried.

Times changed.
Something within Me changed.
Now the glamorous blue skies
seems to reflect Me.
It was happy like Me.
The birds strolled above,
with a playful delight,
when The Cuckoo sang,
a sweet melody, like,
The Nature seemed to
reflect My mood, My mind.

But still now, The Monsoons come.
When, The Sky cries all the time. When
I sat beside the windows, as my eyes,
were The Monsoon's best friend ever ...