Cloud

What does a cloud in half blossom, 

In the heat 

Of the moment 

Swell and soar

Updraft fueling more

To do.

The parched soil below

In its neglect, 

Cracks up in despair

Look upwards 

Begging a drop 

To parch its voice

What to do?

The gusts of this love blow, 

Push the aimless cloud

Windward ho!

His shyness dispelled 

The sight below of her,

Spews roar 

That thunderous questioning 

Why so much neglect.

His tender heart cries out

First a teardrop, 

I heard they labelled it petrichor

The essence of her liberation 

Floats up to his heights.

A love story born

His delight in the lightning strike

The drizzle is a mere check

Does she feel the same, 

As her soul is soaked 

The green shoots an answer to his bewilderment,

The downpour ensues.

Thereafter, 

Let's turn our eyes away

Let the two 

Commingle,

Let them roll in the mud

Make love in that flood 

Let them merge in their being.

Or be a voyeur to their entwine 

Be it a lesson to you.