Clouds
slowly drifting
across the horizon
looking for a dry
place.
yes, its a marvellous poem....clouds drift to pour rain on a dry place...enjoyed it
Nice poem. The poem succeeded in using nature to instruct that change is divine. Seasons must always change
that's how God's blessings search for us when we seek for his mercy!
Short and sweet write. Clouds drifting like white cotton will suddenly turn to gray and send down much needed rain upon the dry and scorched earth. A great creation they are. Thanks.
Nice thought. Well expressed. Lot of drought areas need clouds that rain. Please read my poem 'Drought Go Away' when you have time. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the idea behind this poem