Only a cynic can dismiss
This phenomenon as a
Rather mundane affair,
The ongoing alchemy of love,
In the lawns of sky.
When an infatuated cloud
Liquefied in the courteous tempo
Of his fiery romance
During a seductive season of rain,
While I nestled under a kiosk
A fascinated angel
Descended upon the rainbow
And forgot to return to paradise!
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-235/
