An ode to the cloudy skies

I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. - P B Shelley (Photo credit: Janhavi Asthana)

Monsoon clouds Like some discarded Wheels of a truck flung afar battered and broken - Sachidananda Routray (Photo credit: Parikshit Shedge)

Which way do the clouds go? That too the poet shows! Crossing vales and over mountains With peacocks and flowing fountains – Kalidasa (Photo credit: Sanju Sivram)

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, The sunset hangs on a cloud; - Sarojini Naidu (Photo credit: Ajay Gautam)

A lonely hut on the mountain peak towering above a thousand others; One half is occupied by an old monk and the other by a cloud. –Zen Poem (Photo credit: Jigyasa Watwani)

The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion. –Rabindranath Tagore (Photo credit: Sunil K Singh)

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. – Rabindranath Tagore (Photo credit: Anirban Datta Roy)

Black pregnant clouds bring the monsoons, and stay. Between flower and blue-gem flower on the bilberry tree the red-backed moths multiply – A K Ramanujan (Photo credit: Sunil K Singh)