The Sky Is Blue Poem by Neeta Pradhan

The sky is blue, so do we say.
I see the shades of sky Grey and dark grey,
with a blue spark amongst the clouds.
The showers of rain with a jolt of thunder and lightning,
fades the shades of the sky as grey as it could be.
The fall of night, as it darkens all around,
hidden behind the curtains to glance at the sky
whither the fury of thunder, recedes the sound of rain drops.
Let the sky turn clear as it blues the next day.