Cloud-Chirpy Little Prankster!

Across the vales and shifting around,

A dark cloud floats and kisses the ground,

Moistening the grass, dancing on trees,

Showers the blessings, nowhere to be found.

People are sowing across the fields,

Sacks as umbrellas used as shields,

Giving their labor as offering to earth,

To bless them later with plentiful yields.

Children are dancing in mirth and joy,

Be it the girl or be it the boy,

To gather together the drops of gold,

To laugh and to sing, to play and to enjoy.

Chasing its shadow floating in brook,

Giving the mountains a heartening look,

Changing its patterns in myriad shapes,

Adding the colors to nature's book.

Vanishes suddenly as rainbow comes out,

Momentary is fame, momentary the clout,

Old that rules must yield to new,

For this is rule without a doubt.