By Akshara Mangesh
From every minute of time, there are cloudy skies,
No one knows where they pass, because time flies,
They move for their employer – the Sun
Drift and cover for fun.
Clouds choose time for wind, rain and hail,
Till frost reaches the stair rail,
Clouds do not gush for a care
No rain is a fair share.
Clouds the fluffy clumps,
Are incredible at creating flight bumps,
Clouds huddle together to form a giant candy,
To make damp, from soil that is sandy.
Depending on the clouds mood, the winds soothe
The trees and wildlife get their seasonal groove,
The clouds are always fully charged
To travel the whole world at large!
By Akshara Mangesh
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