There was this grey cloud filled with water.
Barely able to contain itself.
Full of promises as well.
Monsoon was away and sun, too close.
The poor thing had no clue.
Moreover, it dragged along.Knowing not where to stop.
Wind flirted with its hopelessness.
It took small steps in return.
Floating up in the sky.
Waiting for the right season.
And the correct moment to break loose.
In case you're wondering what happened to the cloud, i don't know. And neither should you.