The rains chatter softly
AS they splash through the clouds
Gurgling, giggling and caressing
The leaves, trucks and the grass
They come from some cloud
Which one I do not know
Sometimes the growling dark ones
At other times the pale ones
Behind the grey,, there is sunshine
And happy colonies of fluffy clouds
Snowy white, bright and cheerful
Theirs is a bustling town
Of shifting sculptures
I spot a Krishna frolicking
And there’s a cherub
A smiley lion cub, a flowing fountain
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