The Cloudy Game

Hello readers , 

 Wolf here !

Clouds , a fluffy gaseous cluster are the top choice of skygazers . The different shapes they form while moving slowly in the sky makes your heart seek the mystery behind them ! Yesterday was a pleasant partially cloudy day in Haldwani . I personally love the rainy season to the core and clouds feel like a companion to me . They bring life to the nature and on the contrary at times they scrap back that blessing too . It is a special occasion when the festival of Harela is celebrated in our state Uttarakhand as it is a symbol of incoming monsoon and good farming . It is a mark that the beloved season is coming to us and brings joy . With the sky filled with so interesting floating shapes that can explode anytime with a burst of heavy rain , the sky seems so scenic beauty that hardly anyone can take their eyes off while admiring the natural scenery . It is an amazing game in itself to spot different shapes in the sky . In the childhood , I used to think that the white or light colored ones were the good clouds while the dark coloured one were the Villains . My grandmother used to tell me that the Lord Indra is happy so he gave us the blessing of rain . It is a different feeling in itself to run outside and enjoy the heavy rain and act like Shraddha Kapoor . 

The blue sky , so enormous so wide , we can just stare at them and feel the vastness of the earth . This is the weather that cherishes the heart's content to the fullest . The changes that come with arrival of clouds are astonishing . It starts with the starter of drizzle , main course as rain and as a dessert it leaves behind a fragrant petrichor . With the arrival of clouds , the farmer feel automatically builds up inside and the wait starts for the interim coolness . But when the clouds come and go without blooming at us , it feels disappointing . But still the game of shape and making a story around it still holds the top position and if they bloom full on then the " Barso re Megha Megha " automatically starts inside my brain . Monsoon was late this year in India  but when it finally reached , it was worth it . For me aesthetic means clouds. Clouds aate raho , aise hi baraste raho , bss sambhal ke , hum insaan hi h , kahi feel feel mei hume hi na barsa dena . 

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