The weathers do have its share,
to dispose of my despair.
When I see a cloud cast,
my heart expands to the vast.
When they cover all the sky,
a penchant propels me to fly.
There unleashes a cool breeze,
I always dance with the trees.
When I watch the leaves' glare,
I experience it a soothing affair.
When the birds commence twitter
all the milieu develops sweeter.
When I behold branches' entangles,
it confuses like jingling of bangles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature! ! Its share; With the muse of the weather. Nice work.