Nice to see you again Mr. Cloud.
You are now
a three dimensional cloud.
I heard you crying near my cabin so loud.
I opened the window,
And saw the rain projected you into the lake
as a two dimensional cloud.
You came from nowhere,
Then you quickly disappeared.

Mr. Cloud Mr. Cloud
Now
The sun project you into me
And I lie on the grass, sleeping safe and sound.

Pleasure
Of    r a i n
O’  if  you seek
C o m e within
My eyes and
P e a k

Whiteness  t h e r e  is
D a r k n e s s  t h e r e   is
Evening  t w i l i g h t  there is
O' cloud of rain there is

Pleasure
Of    r a i n
O’  if  you seek
C o m e within
My eyes and
P e a k**

✒ ℐamil Hussain

The fume

A thick dark fumy cloud
Dormant it lies, but often loud
Precariously overhead, it flowed
The sunshine of the life, it swallowed
It rained, challenged by the mighty peak
In the heart, It pained, to see it weak
The cloud was small but heavy
However dusty and floaty.

The doom and gloom

Embracing in its shadow
In desert, plains and meadow
Eclipsing the days, sunny bright
Dreadful, with the darkening night
With me, always  hanging around
When noticed, nearby it's found
Haunting me with a sadness
Flaunting its darkness
A lot in the cloud explored
Then consciously, It was ignored
But dancing at the back of the mind
Past  hurts and  pains, it  put to rewind

The boom and bloom

And then, letting it flow across, I got immersed,
In fine tiny droplets, the cloud
dispersed,
Now each droplet addressed
separately
Was dried in the shiny sun
completely
All of the cloud, dripped to
evaporate
Condensed eventually, as
distillate
My pains, by that elixir,
cured,
Alchemised me
into
24 carat gold