Those clouds are back.
They hover poignant,
A gathering of seers.
I missed them.

I feel their breath.
My shoulders get heavy.
They have come,
I am lonesome no more.

Pregnant with rain,
Hesitantly,
They release their
Drops of love.

Now, clumps of softness,
Free of their longings,
They rise and
Caress the cerulean sky.