Moving Clouds.

Still the clouds are fast moving Just like human thoughts comes and goes The expected rain is still far away The black clouds gave us new hopes The rain still playing as a little boy We are suffering the extreme heat of sun What transpire is the havoc imminent The rolling clouds gives only belated hope Expecting a shower in next or day after tomorrow The birds are crying aloud from tree branches The horn bills are looking in the sky Their expectation for a shower may fruitful The fast moving clouds gives belated hopes And the farmer readily prepares with seeds.