We’re heavy,
We pour our love and fear,
In the form of rain,
We thrashed ourself,
The lightning strikes in vain,
Our lone and despair,
We put out everything within us,
And about lightning?
It’s our beautiful creation,
So beautiful,
Yet the mortal is scared,
We’re formed,
By the heat,
And our weight?
Did the mortal feel?
All the experience,
Are love and fear,
Kept within,
We’re clouds,
We’re immortals,
But as we pour,
We lack our heat,
And as we go, pouring,
We finish our creed,
And the summer,
Lift us again,
And we heat,
And again we continue,
To create again,
My love,
We’re clouds,
We’re immortals…

What if we’re not?
What if we’re rain?
The pain and despair?

Bansi Unadkat.
With love and fear.