Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show...

      Possibly the finest and ultimate symbol of freedom, the clouds have chosen so selfishly to stay as far away from the humans, who, at least 100 times in their lifetime, stand still to watch and admire the floating lumps of water vapor. Maybe, it is a hard thing to pin a cloud down, even by themselves. But the thing is, it would also be selfish to call the clouds selfish. Because, they have been up there from the time when the first cloud was born, which was possibly 60 million years ago if not more. At that time there were no such living beings from whom they might have chosen to stay far from, expect of course amino acids who didn't even start to make out. Or...clouds don't like amino acids. Maybe because, amino acids didn't know how to admire them. And since we are the chemical offspring of those amino acids, the clouds chose to dislike us still. So if ever our descendants succeed in making a time machine, which by assumption they have not, it is recommended that they should travel back in time and teach the amino acids how to love and admire the majestic clouds. And how they'd do that, that's up to them. If they can make a time machine, they'll surely be able to speak chemistry. Maybe then, the clouds would come down and let us feel their freedom, let us bathe in their essence of carelessness and ignite our souls with their vast reserves of purity. But there are dark clouds too. Well, there are white clouds and dark clouds. The dark clouds, ironically, remain closer to the human. And the white ones remain far above them. The dark clouds are not bad, though. They might have a few bars less purity, given that they have all that dust that causes their dark color. In fact, if the white clouds are subtle and polite, the dark ones are adverse and disastrous. People tend to dislike the dark ones, for being dark. But people love the rains the dark clouds bring. Possibly, it is those minute drops of liquefied cloud-essence that bridges the connection that lies between a person and the clouds. Because, if you ever catch a cloud and try to pour it in a bottle, you would possibly get a drop of rain or two. So not-loving the dark clouds should be considered a sacrilege and be banned all over the planet. Love the clouds, independent of their color. Maybe someday, they would choose to reward our perseverance we showed in loving them and admiring them, from time immemorial. Maybe that day, the clouds might even agree to dance with us and sing “I’m Happy Just To Dance With You” along with it. And if they do not, let us be happy that we have loved them, and the clouds have showered rain on us in return. And also lightning. And thunder too. And in some places, flakes of snow…