I know why the clouds come rushing in!
Even the hills cannot pose a barrier
To their eagerness
And childlike exuberance.
They descend in droves,
Roll down the slopes of the hills,
Sometimes in a trot
And at times in a canter.
The wind, lending a pair of jogging feet
To the clouds
As they race to reach
This piece of heaven,
Where the hammock sways in the wind,
Inviting the clouds!
Kotagiri/Coonoor- May 2018