Dark clouds hover over the sky,
fading the morning light,
with lull of rain around the corner,
condensed drops drizzling to ponder.
the air has a tinge of wariness,
with the surroundings notably silent,
the weather draining all its freshness,
all of a sudden life seems malevolent.
the clouds draws down its veil,
and the trees sway in the gale,
cold drops pattering against the earth,
and it makes me cuddle in my hearth.
the sun looks fresh from a rain bath,
mosses look beautiful in untrodden path,
rain drops hang on leaves like silver pearls,
with life and in nature it dwells.