These Clouds Are Special

These clouds are special

They whisper in my ears

And if I ignore them then

They start thundering

Sometimes they throw

A flash of lightning

Then they summon the cool winds

And order them to start blowing

Then water droplets come descending

In light drizzles or heavy pouring

Rains come, I start contemplating

Many memories start recreating

I walk with the clouds thinking

The time we both were enjoying

Hot corn and samosa both eating

Memories like these keep coming.